Hello, MidnightEdwness with another story! As explained in the summary this is a collection of one shots, though some, like this one, may have two parts. I don't write short stories often, since I'm a bit of a plot whore, but when i do they'll be upleoaded here. enjoy reading and give feed back please. favorite, alert and review. BUt i really like reviews (hint hint)
disclaimer: Obviously, i do not own the Junjou Romantica characters. i just borrow them without permission then return them later when I'm done messing with them.
Summary: Nowaki is taking forever to prepare to go someplace special, and refuses to tell Hiroki where it is! When the truth scomes out, the evernts that follow lead to a bit of drama, jealousy, a secret plan between Nowaki and a stranger, a dash of naughtiness and a cup-full of dancing!
A hot cup of coffee, strong and dark, to keep awake. Loose clothing so he could be comfortable. A red pen to attack the stack of essays in front of him and give his students their well earned (and likely very low) scores. That was all Kamijou Hiroki needed for his Friday evenings, the only stress-free evenings of his week. The day especially stress free, as most of his work was done, the next day was an off day, and his lover was home, a fact that he was secretly very happy about. But of course, he would never admit that this fact warmed him, for Hiroki was a very prideful man, as most who knew him knew. It was one of the reasons he was not well liked, among many others reasons, like his constant foul moods, his tendency to projectile objects at people when angry and the icy frown that seemed to be carved permanently into his face. He had very few friends, in fact only three: his co-worker who annoyed him to no end Yoh Miyagi, Usami Akihito a famous author and his former love interest, and Takahashi Takahiro, a rather absent minded man who was his friend in high school. And of course his lover Kusama Nowaki, whose sanity Hiroki sometimes questioned. After all what sane person would love someone cold like him? (Nowaki tells him that he does not think him a cold person. Hiroki does not agree with him.)
Said insane lover was at the moment in the shower getting ready for his evening. Hiroki didn't have a clue what Nowaki was doing that evening, he wasn't working, Nowaki had the day off, and when he'd asked Nowaki had only given him a small smile and said "It's a secret Hiro-san!" in an irritating sing-song voice that Hiroki secretly thought was as cute as it was annoying. The burning question of what Nowaki could be doing that would make him take such time to get ready, he'd been the bedroom for over half an hour, was distracting Hiroki from his work. In the space of an hour he'd only graded three papers because he kept looking in the direction of the bedroom and coming up with absurd guesses as to what Nowaki was doing that evening. He'd already gone through paranoia inducing answers like clubbing and a date, absurd answers like
fleeing the country and gambling, and a hundred other possibilities. None of them were plausible.
"Arg, don't let his get to you Hiroki! I'm sure he's not doing anything unfaithful, just turn around and concentrate on your work!" He whispers to himself shaking his pen like he often did at students. He stopped when he realized what he was doing.
Great, now I'm talking to myself. Damn him for making me paranoid, what the heck could he be doing that would take so long to get ready? Only women take over an hour to get ready. Come out here and tell me already dammit! He thought angrily, stabbing his pen into the paper he was grading at the last sentence.
He stared at the angry red line that the action he caused and sighed. Making himself crazy was not going to reveal any answers to him. He decided to just go on with his work and try not to get distracted by his curiosity over Nowaki. If he did he would think of his students disappointed faces of his students once they received their papers with their well deserved low grades. Perhaps anticipation of them receiving their consequence for their lack of respect for literature would keep him focused on his work.
This mindset worked for another fifteen minutes as Hiroki diligently graded papers, making disgusted noises at the appallingly low grades he was distributing and occasionally taking sips of coffee.
How could such morons even make it to college?! This is complete and entirely unacceptable; I have never seen such awful work! How can such dumb-asses even function, I…
The professor's mental rant was interrupted but the creaking of an opening for and Hiroki knew his lover had finally finished getting ready for whatever he was doing. Despite being highly tempted to look up he didn't he stared determinedly down at the papers even though he was burning with curiosity to see how Nowaki looked after an hour in the bedroom and bathroom. Maybe ignoring him would teach him to keep secrets! The man continued grading papers even when Nowaki passed just a few feet from him, headed for the door. He heard the jangle of keys, the heavy thump of shoes and other sounds of preparation. Then he heard footsteps approaching, stopping behind him.
"Hiro-san can you tell me what you think?" Nowaki asked sounding nervous.
Without looking at his lover, Hiroki replied, "Think of what?"
"How I look."
"You look fine," This was said with light sarcasm and slightly effeminate voice that implied Hiroki's thought that Nowaki was acting like a woman with his sudden obsession with his appearance.
"Hiro-san you're not even looking." Nowaki complained.
…He sounds like a teenager about to go on his or her first date.
But Hiroki sighed and turned around anyways and when he did, dropped his pen and his mouth in shock, and had he been sipping coffee, he likely would have spat it out in shock at the sight of Nowaki.
"Nowaki, what the hell is this?"
Standing there before him was not his lover, but someone else entirely. It could not be his lover, for what this stranger was wearing was something he could never imagine Nowaki wearing. The dark-haired man was clad entirely in black, from head to toe. Snug black jeans dripping in chains and zippers gripped those long powerful legs and trough its belts loops a black and white checkered belt decorated with silver skulls had been threaded. His torso was clad in an equally snug black t-shirt that left little to the imagination as to his physique. Over this he wore a leather vest, one with a collar and pockets with zippers shaped like skulls. And his hair…
"Nowaki…is that a fohawk?!"
Yes, the man's midnight hair had been carefully styled into the popular teen hairstyle, the sides gelled and pinned down and the hair in the center spiked up and standing wildly on end. The look had been completed with a wide black choker that had something inscribed on it that Hiroki could not see around his neck, a black wristband on his right wrist, a simple silver chain on the other and a silver dot earring that Hiroki hoped was a clip-on. Gone was his kind, simple-minded lover with a like of the casual and comfortable; in his place it seemed was a dangerous bad boy, with less than noble intentions and a sexy smile.
"Well Hiro-san what do you think? Do I look like a "rocker"? Do I look okay?"
"Hiro-san's" response was to stare with an expression of mixed horror and admiration. Despite his lover's extremely shocking appearance, Hiroki reluctantly admitted to himself that Nowaki looked good. Sexy. "Hot", as his students would say. The jeans hugged his legs perfectly, showing off their length and tone, the shirt displayed his toned muscular arms. All the black he was wearing made his blue eyes stand out; and they seemed to sparkle more than usual, and also made his teeth seem whiter when he smiled that easy, warm smile. Yes, Nowaki looked very good, and Hiroki could not help the feelings of jealously (and lust) that bubbled up in him at the though that someone else would be at Nowaki's side when he was looking so very sexy.
Unable to find a response to Nowaki's question, he shifted his eyes to lock brown eyes with blue, brows, slant in sharp disapproval.
"Where the heck are you going that you are dressed like that?"
Nowaki's face immediately lit up and a child-like expression of excitement came over his face.
"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you!"
Forgot to tell me? You mean you refused to tell me! Hiroki thought angrily.
"Have you heard of the band called Gutted Rose?" Nowaki asked.
Hiroki though for a moment, trying to recall if he'd ever caught the name in any of the frivolous conversations his students engaged in, then shook his head, "No."
"Oh. Well, its ok, not many people have. They are an up and coming hard rock band, they're popular on social sites right now, and they're giving a concert here!" Nowaki said excitedly, still sounding very much like an excited teenager.
Hiroki looked at Nowaki flushed and excited face and mentally shook his head. Nowaki's music taste greatly contradicted his personality. One would think someone kind and friendly like him would listen to light happy songs, like pop, or classical music, anything but the heavy metal and rock Nowaki had a liking for. Hiroki remembered when he'd first visited Nowaki's apartment, years ago, and had seen the collection of CD's with dark covers, he'd asked whose they were. Nowaki had laughed at his apparent shock when he'd said they were his, and that the enjoyed listening to the heavy music.
"How did you get tickets?" he asked, "And they clothes you're wearing look rather expensive, how did you afford that?"
"Oh patient at the hospital gave me tickets. A very kind woman whose daughter I was caring for gave them to me. It's sad, really, the girl was beaten by some peers because she was a lesbian, and she can't go to the concert. The girl is a member of a gay-rights advocating group, and they were all planning on going to the concert to promote their cause, since the band held the concert for that purpose. She can't' go because of her injuries, so she asked me to take her place." Nowaki explained, "And the clothing is borrowed. The parent of one of the teens owns a clothing store and provided clothes for the group. I have to return it."
"Oh I see." Hiroki said with a frown. He did not like the idea of Nowaki going about with a group of young teenage girls without him. He didn't show it, he'd always felt rather possessive of Nowaki, though he wasn't nearly as open about his possessiveness as Nowaki was. And it bothered him as well, that Nowaki had not asked him to go along. Normally, his lover would ask him to go along on such things. But he did not show his feels, only nodded and tried to convince himself that he did not want to go. Who wanted to listen to young people dressed in tight clothing screaming into a microphone in their interpretation of music anyways? Not Hiroki!
But Hiroki could not shake that feeling from himself.
"Nowaki..." he began.
"Yes?"
"I...I've finished all my work…a-and I don't have anything to so, I-I wouldn't mind going to the concert…if…"
Nowaki smiled down at his lover, and reached out and stroked his cheek, "You're so cute Hiro-san"
Hiroki stopped stammering his way through the question to scowl at his lover, his face flushed, "I've told you to stop calling me cute."
Nowaki gave a teasing smile, "But you are adorable." He said, and continued before his lover could protest again, "And I really wish I could take you to the concert with me, but she only gave me one ticket. I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd want to go, Hiro-san said he hates rock music."
Hiroki nodded and ran a hand through his brown locks, "Its fine. I don't like rock music anyways. You go have fun." He said, as non-chalantly as he could, but there was still the hint of of disappointment he didn't want to show in his voice. He'd been hoping Nowaki and he could be together that night.
Nowaki did not miss the sound and he leaned down and whispered huskily in Hiroki's ear "I really am very sorry. If it weren't for this concert, I'd stay home. There's so much I want to do to you…" Hiroki felt teeth nip as his ear and a hot tongue dip into it. Nowaki's hand slipped under his lover shirt and played with the skin of his stomach with feather-light caresses, then trekked slowly up to graze across a hardening nipple.
Hiroki groaned softly and leaned back against Nowaki, and then realizing what he was doing, pulled away abruptly, scandalized by his own wanton actions.
"I-idiot! Don't you have somewhere to go?"
Nowaki's lust filled blue eyes locked with Hiroki's brown. "I have some time." He murmured.
The younger man began advancing on his boyfriend but ringing of the bell stopped him and both men turned toward the door at the sound.
"OH! That must be my ride." Nowaki exclaimed, sounding slightly disappointed.
Hiroki frowned. "I thought you were taking the subway?"
Nowaki apparently didn't hear him for he was already at the door. Hiroki followed him to it. Nowaki opened it, to reveal two teenage girls dressed identically to one another, and nearly identically to Nowaki, only they wore short skirts and their hair was lose and flowing. The two were opposites in stature, one a petite red-head, the other a tall brunette. Both were slim, attractive and friendly looking, with warm slimes on their glowing faces. Hiroki's insecurities about Nowaki being alone with teenage girls increased tenfold.
"Konbanwa, Nowaki-Chan!" The girls exclaimed.
-Chan? They are so familiar with him as to call him -Chan?
"Hello, Ayako-kun, Kimi-kun." Nowaki replied with a smile.
The girls beamed at being called by their names, and then turned to Hiroki, seeming to just now notice him. "Konbanwa!" The brunette said bowing slightly, "My name is Fujo Kimi and this is Yagari Ayako."
Hiroki pasted a smile on his face as he walked to the door and introduced himself.
"I'm Kamijou Hiroki, Nowaki's…roommate" He said in a strained voice.
Nowaki turned to him and laughed, "Its okay Hiroki, we don't have to hide it from them." He turned back to the girls, "He isn't my roommate, he's my "girlfriend"." He said with grin, making air quotes.
The teens faces lit up, and they turned to Hiroki with sparkling eyes. The professor could almost see the words "yaoi fan girl" stamped on both of their foreheads.
"Really?" Kimi said in a high voice, "This is your so called "girlfriend"? Why didn't you tell us you were gay, we wouldn't have had a problem with it!"
"I know" Nowaki replied, "But I can't let anyone else at the hospital know."
"Oh. Well, this is great! We have another supporter. We have an extra ticket if you would like to come along!" Kimi said to Hiroki.
Nowaki's face lit up almost as bright as the girls, and he turned to Hiroki in excitement. "Hiro-san, you can come after all! Isn't that great?!"
"Hiro-san? What a cute nickname!" Ayako exclaimed, to no one in particular.
Hiroki did not think it was that great. As much as he didn't like the idea of Nowaki being alone with group of flirtatious teenage girls, he did not like the idea of going to a rock concert either. After all, he did hate rock music. And even if Nowaki was surrounded by teenage girls, Hiroki could trust him to remain faithful…right? So the man shook his head.
"I can't go. I have a lot of work to do."
Nowaki frowned, "But you said you'd already finished your work."
Hiroki flushed, realizing his mistake, "W-well, I…remembered that I have o-other work I have to finish!" he lied. Nowaki frowned again, indicating that he knew Hiroki was being untruthful, but he said nothing about it, only nodded.
"Ok. I understand." He said, as he slipped on his coat.
"Awww." Ayako said, her face pulling into a pout, "I wish you could have come, I'm sure everyone would have loved to meet you!"
"You ready to go" Kimi asked Nowaki, "And by the way you look great! You'll have girls all over you! I mean if it weren't for you boyfriend, I'd be all over you!"
Nowaki and her laughed, Ayako joining in.
"Don't cheat" Ayako said, "I'm sure Kamijou-san is a great guy." She turned to Hiroki, "Don't worry Ill make sure he behaves." She gave Nowaki a fierce look while pointing to fingers to her eyes, then to Nowaki.
They all laughed again.
Hiroki felt jealousy and apprehension rush through him like a wild fire as he watched Nowaki respond shamelessly to their flirtation. When Kimi took Nowaki by the arm to lead him out, it was the last straw for the man.
"Nowaki" he snapped.
The dark-haired man stopped in the middle of stepping out the door and turned to him. "Yes Hiro-san?"
"T-the work I have to do isn't…urgent...it can wait and I can go with you." He stammered out.
Nowaki's face lit up again, "Really? Are you sure? If you have work you should stay, don't feel obligated Hiro-san, I don't mind."
Hiroki nodded and said, "I'm sure."
"But.."
"I said I'm sure! Quit questioning me brat!"
"That's great!" Nowaki exclaimed, coming to his side. The expression on his face could be compared to the one a child would wear when he or she learned a favorite relative was coming to see him or her.
"But doesn't he have to change; we don't have time for him to change into the group uniform!" Ayako said.
Group uniform? Hiroki though
"Its okay, he can change in the bathroom at the concert hall. They should have changing stalls there." Kimi said. She was eyeing Hiroki in a way that made him uncomfortable.
"Ohhh! This is going to be so much fun! And now we have another person to support us!" Ayako exclaimed in a rather high pitched voice.
Nowaki and Hiroki nodded, though Hiroki was now feeling a little nervous. Would he also have to wear the ridiculous outfit and hairstyle his lover was wearing? He opened his mouth to ask, but was interrupted by squeals and exclamations of anticipation and excitement by Kimi, before he was grabbed by the arms and swept from the apartment. Nowaki walked behind, Kimi beside him , chuckling at the sight of a startled Hiroki being half-dragged away by the teenage fan girl. Kimi was silent and frowning, seeming to be pondering something amd then she suddenly smiled. She tapped Nowaki's arm, and gestured fro him to bend down, and when he did whispered something in his ear that caused a grin to slowly form across his face. They pulled away from each with the smug expressions of two people with a special secret.
What is the secret plan? What will this concert bring? What will Hiroki look like in tight pants?
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