Pairing: Junjou Egoist (NowakixHiroki)

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica nor am I affiliated with it.

Theory

Nowaki Kusama had a theory. A theory that his lover, Hiroki Kamijou, wanted to get down and dirty. It had been on his mind for weeks and he was lusting to prove it. He had a feeling that Hiro-san was into role-play but was keeping it under wraps because he was so shy. Not only was Nowaki's lust consuming his every thought, but also he wanted his Hiro-san to have some fun. Nowaki was always on top. Maybe Hiro-san wanted to be dominant for a change. And what better for that than for them to role-play as teacher and student?

"He's a teacher! A professor, even. He's probably dying to try it out." Nowaki thought to himself.

The day came soon enough, when Nowaki had a day off and Hiro-san was home from work.

"Uh…Hiro-san?"

"What?" Hiro-san whipped his head around and snarled at his lover. He quickly turned back to his computer upon not receiving an instant response. He glared at the screen, hunched over his keyboard.

The bad attitude would have scared most off, but Nowaki knew his Hiro-san well enough to know that the anger was just surface level.

"I was just wondering about something, Hiro-san."

"Well spit it out. I have to get these grades online."

"Oh, well it's kind of about that. Sort of."

"Spit. It. Out." Hiro-san repeated, harshly enunciating each word.

Nowaki smiled, confident now that Hiro-san hadn't immediately dismissed him.

"So, I've been thinking-"

"That's a change."

Nowaki ignored this, as it was typical Hiro-san response. "So I've been thinking about our sex life-"

Hiroki tensed up noticeably at the mention of the word "sex" and leaned into his desk a little more. Nowaki could see Hiro-san's hand slithering towards a textbook, ready to throw it at him if he dared to venture closer.

Nowaki took a step back and held his hands up defensively as a precaution. He knew that his next couple of words would decide his fate.

"And there's something that I've been wanting to try." he finished. Nowaki kept his eye on Hiro-san's hand, making sure that it didn't connect with the textbook.

Nowaki paused when Hiro-san didn't threaten him or make any attempt to throw the book. So Hiro-san was interested. Nowaki's smile transformed into a smirk.

"Hiro-san?"

"What, Nowaki?" Hiro-san was fuming.

"The thing that I've been wanting to try out is…" Nowaki crept toward Hiro-san and placed his hands on his shoulders. He leaned down and whispered in Hiro-san's ear. "Could you treat me like one of your students?"

The tips of Hiro-san's ears flushed a lovely pink before he starting yelling. "Get off me! And haven't we already done that?" He continued to glare at his computer.

Nowaki distanced himself from Hiro-san slightly before asking "Huh?". His eyes widened with confusion. He definitely would have remembered if they had done this before.

"Tutoring." Hiro-san offered, still facing his computer. Nowaki noticed that Hiro-san had starting fidgeting with his shirt.

"Oh!" Nowaki exclaimed. "Oh yeah. That's right." He briefly mused to himself before returning his focus to Hiro-san. "Uh no, though. I mean. That's not what I meant."

"I'm not sure if I want to know what you meant." Hiro-san was obviously embarrassed by the conversation, not to mention becoming more enraged by the second just due to the nature of it.

"I meant, like, a student-teacher thing. You know." Nowaki inched toward Hiro-san again.

"No, I don't know."

Of course Nowaki had a feeling that Hiro-san actually did know. Nowaki also had a feeling that if he didn't speed this up, he'd be kicked out of the apartment.

"I know that you've heard of it before. The one where the student is being unruly so the teacher makes them stay after class where they're completely. At. The. Teacher's. Mercy." Nowaki made sure to emphasize the last five words of his sentence, whispering them breathily in Hiro-san's ear. His eyes darkened with lust as he clasped his hands together, entranced in the fantasy.

Suddenly, Hiro-san whipped around and stood up to face Nowaki.

"You're so embarrassing! I'm not some little toy for you to play with! I'm not here just to fuel your little fantasies!"

Nowaki's hands reached around Hiro-san's waist as he moved to whisper in his ear again. "Oh, but Hiro-san. They're not just my fantasies." Nowaki could feel Hiro-san's face heating up. "They're yours too." His grin was somewhere between sweet and sensual.

Hiro-san's glare (and his blush) darkened. He was caught.

Nowaki had been right all along.

Nowaki reached for Hiro-san's hand and held it gently within his own, leading Hiro-san to the bedroom.


A/N: Thank you to everybody who has reviewed so far! The positive feedback is really encouraging. This was my first real fanfiction and I was very nervous about posting it, so the positive comments mean a lot! I planned for this to be a one-shot when I wrote it, but since people seem to like it, I'll try to write a second chapter if I get some free time! Thanks again!