And Untitled Lelouch Suzaku fic
It was 10 o'clock, almost, eleven, on a Tuesday night and Suzaku found himself sprawled out flat on his ass on the top of the platform at the top of the slide. It was chilly that night and he had a ton of homework he hadn't started on (not to mention that History test he had the next day), but for some reason Suzaku wasn't stressed out like he thought he should have been. It could've been the fact that he was currently hammered and the possibility of flunking History hadn't quite filtered through his brain. He wasn't thinking about how he was supposed to have been home hours ago or that anyone could've easily walked in on them—them being him and Lelouch. He wasn't doing much thinking in fact, not when he was so close, or when Lelouch was doing that thing with his tongue, or when h—he—fuck.
Suzaku shuttered and hissed, biting the bottom of his lip in a weak and unsuccessful attempt to stifle a groan. His face and ears were flushed; breathe came out in visible puffs. It took a while for his mind to come back to him; to tell him to tuck his man bits into his pants again and zip up his fly. Lelouch was already on top of him by then, nibbling along his jawline, before bombarding his mouth will little kisses that turned into a full-blown make out session just as soon as Suzaku was able to kiss back.
He had one hand around the other boy while another slid down beneath his jeans, passed his boxers until it was fondling the warm skin underneath, making Lelouch shiver and let out little soft moans that were always pleasing to hear.
He wanted to do more, but didn't think that Lelouch would appreciate baring Suzaku him to the world (especially in the middle of the night and at an utterly unromantic place as on top of the slide in a playground) so they stayed like that for a couple minutes, before—and Suzaku didn't know how it happened or who did what—they were somehow losing their balance and sliding down. Surprised, Lelouch gasped and clung onto Suzaku, fast and hard. He let out a scream that was far too soft for a scream and Suzaku's hold on him tightened, never letting go until they reach the bottom of the tube and unceremoniously dumped on the ground.
"Pfft—" It started out as giggles and soon they were both laughing. They laughed and laughed and even though it wasn't that funny and they didn't really know just what exactly they were laughing at, laughed until they were out of breath and their stomachs hurt.
They quieted as quickly as they began because all of sudden nothing was funny anymore and had Lelouch's eyes always been that shade of purple? That spark in his eyes could've have been from the way the light from the streetlamp (which wasn't really a streetlamp because it was positioned along the path that snaked through the park) was hitting them or maybe it had always been there? Suzaku couldn't tell. All he really knew at that moment was that he loved the way Lelouch's eyes crinkled at the corner and narrowed a bit when he smiled.
"Come home with me?" Lelouch asked, but it wasn't a question and more like a command when he kissed like that. Suzaku allowed himself to be persuaded though, and after more kissing and groping on his part, the two untangled themselves and got up.
"Ready?" Lelouch asked, shrugging on his school bag. He smoothed over his hair and uniform, fixing the little imperfections he could, a little annoyed (even in his inebriated state) at how he couldn't un-wrinkled his uniform or get his hair to lay flat again. Suzaku, who didn't bother trying to fix himself, laughed and grabbed hold of the other boy's hand.
"Yeah."