Antennae

By Yukitsu

Notes: Another one for LMC. Roof sex. Sorta!

"Hanaiii" Tajima said from the top of the roof. Nishiura's captain looked up from the snagged wire he was trying to retrieve from the tree, and ended up seeing Tajima's briefs from under his shorts.

Hanai didn't mean to. Just, Tajima was on the roof. The said cleanup hitter was grinning down at him, holding the TV antenna up, wearing nothing but a pair of red shorts. Sunbathing, he said. "Here it is! What do I do with it?"

"Uh," Hanai muttered. "Move it a little. Gently, yeah." He ducked his gaze to check the progress of the television in the living room through the window. He could hear the other team members in the background doing other things in the house; Sakaeguchi, in particular, was being loud about getting Suyama to go with him to pick fuki.

One day, he swore, he'd get Momokan to choose a WORKING location for their camping trips. With actual working amenities.

"Move it around gently? What, like I'm wanking off?"

THAT caught Hanai's attention. His head snapped up so fast he felt it pop. "NO," he said firmly.

"What, then?" the smaller boy asked petulantly, looking cute although Hanai knew better than to think so. "You do it! Since you're tall and all."

"What has that got to do with anything?"

"I dunno! Come on up, anyway."

Hanai frowned, and finally got that wire unhooked. Took a while. "How am I supposed to see the television if I'm up there?"

"Well, put it on loud. We'll hear it if it's right again." That didn't seem like a bad idea. Hanai put it on a cartoon channel and turned the volume up before taking his shoes and shirt off, and reluctantly making his way up.

"Here," Tajima said, thrusting the rod over. Hanai took it without a second thought, and then realized that he had no idea what to do with it.

Well. He couldn't possibly do it worse than Tajima. He wouldn't jerk it off or anything.

Hanai brushed past Tajima -- the smaller guy really needed a bath; his skin was sweaty to the touch and Hanai didn't quite know what to think about that -- and attached the rod to its place.

Static from below. He supposed it would have been too lucky if they fixed it too fast. Momokan really should get them better lodgings, now that their parents were willing to fund them, but he guessed that it was good training to maintain their own living space for a week. Or rather, it was good training to actually try to fix the place to something livable.

Hanai turned the antenna this way and that, wondering if there was actually any way of fixing it. Nothing really happened, although the static got louder and Tajima's nagging wasn't really helping. He was NOT wanking the damn thing!

"There-- wait, no-- agh! Crap," Hanai muttered to himself as the television showed signs of coherency and promptly died back to static. He glanced at his companion, who gave him a small, smug, I-told-you-so look. Hanai felt short for a while.

"Well--" he snapped, "you do it!"

"I keep on telling you," Tajima sniffed, "It's supposed to be like this!" And then he promptly made a grab for the antenna from behind Hanai, his arms reaching forward from either side. Before Hanai could react, Tajima was prodding his hands to make him move the antenna certain-- ways.

"Tajima," he mumbled, feeling just a little dirty. Tajima's skin was warm and cold against his back. It was NOT FAIR, they agreed that there would be no molesting during the trip, Tajima's dick exploding be damned and-- good god, he was jerking the antenna off.

"See? It's working!" Tajima did not sound disturbed. This came too naturally to him, damn the brat, and Hanai-- Hanai was not feeling comfortable.

(On the ground floor, Izumi passed by the loudly static television. "Who's the idiot who unplugged the antenna?" he asked no on in particular, before plugging the thing on and returning on his duties in the kitchen.)

The television blared to life. Hanai nearly fell off the roof from surprise, and he would have if Tajima hadn't practically been hugging him anyway.

"How the hell could it have worked?" he demanded jumpily, still startled over the Doreamon theme polluting the area with noise.

"It came," Tajima concluded, wrapping his arms around Hanai's waist casually. How he could have thought of that, Hanai didn't want to know. Instead, he carefully made sure the antenna was properly attached to its place.

"Right, we should go down now," he pointed out, trying to shrug Tajima off. He swatted the hand making its way down his pants -- he should have risked tearing his shirt, if Tajima was going to be like this -- and hoped they didn't fall. No one would probably hear them over the television below.

Tajima pushed him down in one swift move (where did he learn that?!). "Tajima," he said with rising exasperation, "I said we should go DOWN, not to push me down. The rice will be done soon. You don't really trust Mihashi to take care of it, do you?"

"Abe will help him!" Aah. He recognized that tone. It was the one that said that Tajima was excited to get off already.

"It's only been a day!" he couldn't help but protest, squirming in Tajima's grip. "Leggo! What happened to fasting for a week?!"

"But Hanai, don't you think it's hot doing it here?" Tajima asked, already reaching in and touching that important place that shouldn't really be touched in a time and in a place like this.

"Of course it--" Hanai's breath hitched. "Of course it's hot! It's in the middle of the afternoon and we--we're-- we're on the damn roof!"

"If you're too noisy. Someone will hear you."

"Wha-- eeergh. Tajimaaa."

If for anything, Hanai could at least take credit for trying to resist and turning around so at least they were facing each other. Of course, he'd done it to be able to push Tajima away better, but his momentary distraction was costly and Tajima had his whole hand in Hanai's pants.

In. His. Fricking pants. On the roof.

"Hanai! Tajima! Where are you?" Abe was on the ground looking for them. UP at them, actually. For once, Hanai was very glad Tajima had pushed him down, because it at least kept HIM from Abe's sight.

The taller teenager felt himself blanch, blush, and blanch again. Before he could say anything, though, Tajima had clapped a hand over his mouth. "Oi, Abe! We're up here, fixing the antenna properly."

"Oh, all right." If Abe stepped a little more forward, he'd be able to see what they were doing. As it was, Abe was generally uninterested in anything but baseball and Mihashi, and left them alone at that. "I'll turn the television off, if you're done breaking our ear drums."

"No, leave it on!" Tajima laughed, "We need to test the antenna. Rod's too sensitive and all."

Hanai, through it all, was suffering between trying to refrain from moaning and resisting the urge to ask Abe to help him out. The only thing that stopped him was Tajima's hand on his mouth. That, and he knew Abe would never let him live it down if he found out. The bastard would probably LAUGH at him.

"Abe's such a nasty guy," Tajima remarked as he continued where he had left off, taking the hand from Hanai's mouth for better use elsewhere -- namely, down his own pants.

"What?" It was probably safe to assume that he was a little dazed. And hot. He blushed a little more when Tajima took his hand and guided it down to the boy's crotch, but obliged because really, what was there to do?

"Abe--is a-- mmm." At least HE wasn't the only one (enjoying) suffering through this. "Nasty guy."

(Abe, downstairs, sneezed.)

"You, too," Hanai bit out, lowering himself down on his back to free his other arm, tugging Tajima closer to him in his Hanai way of making sure the other boy was comfortable. "You're nasty."

"Yeah, well, you like it anyway."

Later on, when they came back from the roof, Abe idly commented on their dirty state and asked, absent-mindedly as he made sure Mihashi was eating properly, if the antenna was the cheap kind.

Hanai choked on his rice.

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7:50AM 12/31/2007

Wrote this while on chat with lj userkiwimangoodness , after I couldn't sleep because a fricking cockroach attacked me in bed. My brain is dead, I'm sleep typing, etc etc. Her art post thoroughly cheered me up from the cockroach, though, so there is love to be had. And also for lj usermmoneypenny , who kept me company the whole frigging night. shakes fist at insect