This is my first fanfiction ever, so it may not be the best.
I plan on making this multi-chaptered, and will probably move the rating up to M soon.
Oh… and I'm kind of sick and perverted, so this might become an mpreg. It may not. Depends on how creative I am feeling.
I own nothing. Everything belongs to Shungiku Nakamura. This holds true for all chapters.
Chapter One
Nowaki frowned as he watched Hiroki grading papers. It wasn't that Nowaki was against his lover spending time for his job. But every moment that he spent with his trusty red pen and ever-replenishing pile of ungraded papers was another moment that Nowaki didn't get with the professor.
Hiroki was so immersed in the land of grammar mistakes; it couldn't hurt to… distract him from his work a little, could it? Of course not. That would be a fine idea. After all, Hiroki was bound to get premature wrinkles from his concentration. Nowaki stood up from his seat and went to stand behind Hiroki, who was oblivious to Nowaki's plan. All of a sudden, the tall man lunged for his shorter counterpart, wrapping his arms around his waist before an escape could be made.
"Ahh! Nowaki! What are you doing?"
"Mmmm…" Nowaki nuzzled Hiroki right where his soft chestnut hair met his sensitive neck.
"I'm just loving you, Hiroki. Isn't that okay?"
"Stupid. Of course it's okay. Just not now; my students are expecting these papers back tomorrow. I'm already really late on finishing them."
Nowaki held tighter and whined, "But you've been so busy with the end of the semester. I just want a few hours with my Hiro-san." A sad pout graced his lips as he said this, a fact that was not missed by Hiroki.
"Not now," Hiroki asserted and tried to worm his way out of the strong arms wrapped around him, "There's not time."
Nowaki ignored the struggling and continued to tease his lover's neck.
"You're right. A few hours would never be enough with you." He stood up and straightened out his black tee shirt. "I love you, Hiro-san."
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled in reply as he felt a kiss on his forehead.
After Nowaki departed the kitchen, Hiroki found himself unable to concentrate on his task. Why did Nowaki always find it acceptable to waltz into Hiroki's personal bubble at the most inconvenient times? Every single night the tall man tried to get the hanky panky on, and every single night Hiroki had to turn him away. It wasn't as if he wanted to turn him away, it was just that his job was very demanding, and Nowaki knew that. He knew what he was getting into when he moved into Hiroki's apartment.
Hiroki tried not to think of his tall lover and the way that his arms were so strong and warm, and the way his lips moved so tenderly, and how gentle his great hands were when they…
Wait! No! He couldn't think like that! His students were counting on him.
But he did miss Nowaki… and he knew that Nowaki missed him. Hiroki tried to remember the last time they had been intimate, but he couldn't. Maybe it was last Friday, Hiroki thought. Yeah, we were walking home from work and then… oh wait. That was the night that the stupid fire alarm went off and we had to evacuate the building.
It was been too long for both of them. Maybe his literature class would forgive him for being just one more day late in passing back their papers. Besides, it wasn't as if any grading was going to be done after Nowaki's nuzzling. Hiroki sighed as he put down his red pen and stood up.
After leaving Hiroki, Nowaki went back to their room. He was feeling a little rejected; that was the third time this week that his advances had been refused. Maybe his Hiro-san was tiring of the younger man. Maybe he wanted someone older, more mature, who would understand life better. Nowaki flopped down on their bed. It was a king size, and Hiroki had resisted buying it. Too big, he had said, we don't need that much bed. It won't fit in our apartment.
In the end, Hiroki had given in to buying the bed, if only because Nowaki wanted it. But now, Nowaki couldn't care less about the bed; he just wanted Hiro-san's attention. It had been so long since they had been together, and Nowaki was not a man without his needs. If Hiroki didn't come to bed soon, then Nowaki would have to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. Not that he had anything against pleasuring himself, but doing it with Hiroki, sharing the satisfaction, made him feel whole and content.
He couldn't think like that though. Already, a small tent was beginning to form in his pants as he imagined the sounds Hiroki would make. They were always so cute and soft, as Hiroki purposely muffled his moans.
He walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth and put on his sleeping pants. They were ones that he'd bought with his lover in mind: soft flannel and easy to pull down, just in case he was too eager to love his Hiro-san.
The man was suddenly very tired and very sad. Alone in the room, he figured he might as well go to bed. He thought about getting Hiroki to get some sleep too, as he had been very stressed lately, but decided against the idea. He didn't want to get yelled at or to face another rejection. He knew that Hiroki loved him, but sometimes he got temperamental when interrupted. Yes. It would be best to leave him alone while he finished his work.
As he was about to click his bedside lamp off, the door opened and in poked the small brunette's head.
Hiroki stared sheepishly through the doorway. When Nowaki didn't say anything, Hiroki began to feel guilty and dropped his eyes.
"I… I'm sorry. I know I haven't spent time with you late. But I promise that—"
"Hiroki, stop," Nowaki interrupted, a smile on his face, "it's okay. Really. Don't worry." He crawled out of bed to comfort Hiroki, who wouldn't meet his gaze out of shame. When he was close, he reached out to brush aside that hair that had fallen in Hiroki's face. The small man closed his eyes and turned away. Usually, Nowaki was the one who initiated sex. He wasn't used to being the one who brought the topic up, so what he was about to do was going to take some courage.
"Nowaki," he began, eyes still looking away, "since it's been awhile… and I need to make up for my absence…" He squirmed, clearly uncomfortable, hoping that Nowaki got the hint.
Thankfully, he understood what Hiroki was trying to say. His eyes took on a glint as he falsely pouted, "Ahh, yes, Hiro-san, you need to re-pay me for ignoring me. I was so lonely as you deserted me to grade papers." His hand left the side of Hiroki's face to dramatically sweep across his forehead, like a damsel in distress. "But alas! However will you make it up to me?" His eyes narrowed, challenging Hiroki to continue.
"Ummm…"
"Come on, Hiro-san. I know you can say it."
"Well, ahh, I think it would be best if you just told me what you would like… and then… ahh…"
"Tsk, tsk, Hiro-san. I thought that you wanted to make it up to me." He shook his head back and forth, pretending to be upset.
Hiroki was overcome with embarrassment. He floundered around for a moment before pushing Nowaki away. "Stop, stop! This was stupid. Never mind. I have things to do." He turned around and stomped out of the room while muttering something about papers and grading.
Nowaki wouldn't allow this. His long legs quickly caught up to Hiroki, only to grab his arm and spin him around, wrapping his hands around Hiroki's shoulders. "Hiro-san," he implored, "please, I didn't mean it. Come to bed." Then, lower-voiced, "It's cold in there without you."
Hiroki turned his head away and retorted, "You always try to play these games. I don't have time for this." He put his hands on Nowaki's chest to push him away, but to no avail. The bigger man didn't move under Hiroki's efforts. "Ugh, why do I even try?" He threw up his hands in frustration. "Let me go."
Nowaki loosened his hold and frowned. "Please, Hiro-san, just come to bed."
"Fine. But only if you compensate me for your rudeness."
Nowaki's mouth eased into a smile.
"Of course. Don't I always?"
Hiroki just grabbed his lover's hand and drew them toward the bedroom.
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