Okay just in case you didn't see the pairing in the first chapter or in the summary this is a Miyagi x Hiroki story. I don't want any complaints because you didn't bother to read things correctly. And for the people who like this pairing or just don't care and will still read this: I hope you enjoy this second installment. And I'll let you know that this gets in there pretty quickly…. Well quickly for me. I usually wait till like chapter 25 to start adding in just a simple kiss…if then. I don't know why… it just takes me a while to get it out there… I'm not big on make out scenes. I like buildings relationships.
Complications
Chapter 2
Hiroki walked through the halls of the school in a daze. He wasn't sure why exactly he came to the school when things went bad, but he knew that there was just something that helped him calm down…
While he was ashamed that he had run from the situation, it was better than being arrested for assault. For more than one person, he was sure.
Slowly, he made his way down the dark halls, to the office that he and Miyagi shared. A flash of déjà vu washed over him when he remembered that day that had inevitably led to him and Nowaki doing it in the library, only this time he wasn't sopping wet.
Hiroki felt a sharp pain in his chest, and forced his thoughts off of Nowaki. It wouldn't do him any good to linger on what had happened.
He let out a sigh of relief when he turned the corner and noticed that the light was on in his office, meaning that Miyagi was still there. He could use Miyagi as a distraction… at least until the older man left, anyway.
Just as Hiroki reached for the door to his office, it was thrown forcefully open. Someone speed out of the room, and crashed into Hiroki, sending both people onto the floor.
Hiroki massaged his lower back and glared up at whoever had bumped into him. He blinked in surprised when he recognized Miyagi's 'boy toy'. He was even more surprised when he noticed that the boy's face was scrunched up in pain and his eyes were filled with unshed tears.
The boy picked himself up off of the floor and sped off down the hall.
"Shinobu!" Miyagi yelled, suddenly appearing in the doorway. Hiroki blinked and turned around to face Miyagi. Miyagi groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Hey, Kamijou." He said, but it wasn't his usual greeting.
Hiroki blinked again. Well, at least he wasn't going to have to deal with a hyper Miyagi in the middle of the night. He could handle serious Miyagi much better.
"Hey, you in there?" Miyagi asked, crouching down in front of Hiroki and waving a hand in front of his face, only to have it slapped away. "So what brings you here?"
"Shouldn't you go after him?" Hiroki asked, brushing off the question and glancing in the direction Shinobu had run off into.
Miyagi shrugged. "I have no idea…" he mumbled and Hiroki could tell that the decision on whether or not to was tearing him up. "I think he just needs some space at the moment. You know, clear his head and all."
"Ah… Okay." Hiroki replied. He agreed with Miyagi. Sometimes you just need some time to sort things out. But Nowaki had never been one to let Hiroki have time to mull things over, or run away from the conversation. That man always wanted to confront an issue head on. Attack it until he was absolutely sure that the problem was good and dead, and never going to resurface again.
"And judging by that look, you need to think some things over as well huh?" Miyagi pointed out, noting the saddened look on Hiroki's face. He stood up and offered a hand to help Hiroki up, waiting for the man to take it. "Come on, I'm almost done in here. How about we go out for some beers or something?"
Hiroki thought for a moment, before he stood up on his own, ignoring Miyagi's outstretched hand, completely. He wasn't much of a drinker, as he was somewhat of a lightweight, but the thought of using alcohol as a distraction was alluring. If he got drunk enough he wouldn't have to think about Nowaki for the rest of the night, hopefully. "Sure why not…."
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Hiroki's head was swimming. Though, thankfully, not literally, as far as he could tell. He wasn't wet or in a pool of any type. He was ,however, cold, but that was because he was outside. He blinked, deranged by the sudden change of scenery that he hadn't noticed until now… But he'd been cold for a while now… did that mean he'd been outside for that long as well? Or had he been cold while in the bar?
Hiroki chuckled, swaying.
"And now we're on to deranged chuckling…" A voice to his right muttered, but Hiroki still managed to catch it. He glanced off to his right and found Miyagi standing next to him. And not only was he standing there he also seemed to be supporting Hiroki's weight as well. If he were in another state of mind he would have pushed the older man away and attempt to walk on his own. But when he tried to lift one of his arms it felt like lead.
It was then that Hiroki noticed just how heavy all his limbs felt. Miyagi, seeing that he had gotten Hiroki's attention, spoke again: "Well Kamijou, I have to say I'm impressed. I didn't know you could kick back three shots of whiskey, two margaritas and just about seven beers, and manage not to be a complete puddle. God, I've never seen something like that before." He said, shaking his head.
"Well you had…" Hiroki said, attempting a comeback regarding how many drinks Miyagi had consumed, but in his blurred state of mind he could only vaguely remember seeing what Miyagi had. With a pitiful sigh he dropped his hand back down, after a failed attempt at counting with his fingers, and slumped, foot falls becoming so heavy that even Miyagi stumbled a bit.
"I had five shots of whiskey and close to ten beers, but I'm not a complete lightweight like you, I can hold my alcohol!" He boasted, the only indication to Hiroki that Miyagi was, in fact, very drunk. The older man tended to boast when drunk, but not necessarily in an obnoxious way. He wasn't overly loud when he did it, nor was it too often, but it was more often than usual for the professor.
"Here, get in." Miyagi commanded, and Hiroki realized that they were standing by Miyagi's car, and Miyagi had even managed to get the car door open while Hiroki was deep in thought.
'I must be spacing out a lot…" Hiroki thought, and even his thoughts seemed slow to him.
Raising a hand and grabbing the hood of the car, he shifted his weight and managed to climb into the spacious car with little help from Miyagi. He curled up on the seat, hugging his knees to his chest, as Miyagi closed the car door, and ran around to the other side.
Hiroki looked around the clean car, absentmindedly, and wondered why Miyagi couldn't keep the office as clean as he did his car. Hiroki had often wondered what state Miyagi's house was in, but seeing his car, now (sure he'd been in Miyagi's car quite a few times but these questions were ones that only surfaced in his drunken state- or maybe he'd always pushed the thoughts away, and was only now just pondering them), made him wonder if it wasn't as messy as he'd thought it was.
Hiroki glanced over and noticed that Miyagi had already climbed into the car and was now starting the engine. Miyagi glanced over at him out of the corner of his eye, and let out a sigh. "I'm too drunk to make it anywhere else but my house, so you're going to have to deal with it. You can call whoever when we get there."
Hiroki nodded, and a determined look filled his eyes. Now he would get to see what state Miyagi's house was in. He'd bet ten bucks that it was just as messy, if not more, as the office was. And damn it all if he was wrong…
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And he was wrong, he realized with a pout as he stumbled into the apartment, Miyagi following close behind. With a sigh Hiroki went into the living room and a wave of fatigue crashed over him… well actually he'd been feeling tired ever since they'd been forced to take the stairs because the elevator in Miyagi's apartment complex was apparently broken. And walking up seven flights of stairs, drunk he might add, wasn't his idea of fun.
Hell, he was just out of shape…
Miyagi raised an eyebrow at Hiroki's limp form on the floor. "You know… the couch is just right there…" he slurred, the alcohol having finally caught up with him. Feeling a little tired as well, he plopped down beside the assistant professor and lay down beside him.
"I owe you ten dollars…" Hiroki mumbled burying his face into his arms. It was really warm in the room, and he could feel just how tired he was. Well he had had a long day. An exhausting, strenuous day, but thankfully the day would be over, soon… just as soon as he fell asleep. "'Cause your house ain't messy." He explained, turning his head to face Miyagi.
"I work better in mess… Don't work at home that often, so there's no reason for mess." Miyagi said, rolling over onto his side. Hiroki lay on his stomach and Miyagi on his side, but they were so close to each other that their breath mingled together.
"I had… fun…" Hiroki begrudgingly admitted, eyes darkening and looked as if the words had just slipped out on their own accord. He couldn't stop admiring just how handsome Miyagi was to him at the moment. Sure he'd always thought that, because it was true Miyagi was rather attractive, but there was something about him, now…
He couldn't describe it. Maybe he was drunker then he'd thought…
Miyagi's dark blue eyes, that appeared black if you weren't up close, stared back at him before he breathed out. "I'm glad" he said, and out of the corner of his eyes he saw Miyagi move his hand.
He broke eye contact to watch said arm. Miyagi reached his hand up towards his face, and Hiroki felt his pulse quicken. He blinked in surprise when Miyagi poked his forehead; right in between his eyebrows.
"You haven't furrowed since this morning!" Miyagi chirped, then laughed when Hiroki glared at him.
Hiroki sulked, smacking the professor's hand away and rubbed the spot on his forehead, which only caused Miyagi to laugh harder.
Hiroki increased his glare, and sat up, intent on getting away from the idiot. 'He might be attractive but he's got a rotten personality.' He reminded himself, struggling to use the couch to get up.
Miyagi stopped laughing when he realized that his source of entertainment was trying to escape. "Nuuuu!" he cried, drunkenly as he launched himself at the brunette.
There was a light thump as Hiroki was forced back into laying down again, only this time with Miyagi on top of him. Hiroki's heart sped up; they were in a position that him and Nowaki often got into when they were fighting: Hiroki flat on his back, with Nowaki hovering over him straddling his hips, with both hands on either side of Hirokis face. Only it wasn't Nowaki and this wasn't a fight.
"You shouldn't leave a drunken old man to his own devices." Miyagi chastised, and he leaned his head in closer to Hiroki's.
"I thought you weren't drunk," Hiroki responded. His head mind still swimming, but there was a dull throbbing in the back of his head, and he wondered if it was from hitting the floor or if the alcohol was wearing off.
"Never said I wasn't…" Miyagi mumbled. "I can hold my liquor all night, but as soon as I get home, it's 'phooooo' out the window," He whistled the 'phooooo' for effect
Miyagi frowned suddenly. "I'm tired…" he muttered. "Night," he said leaning down all the way and kissing Hiroki on the lips.
Hiroki's eyes widened, and he felt his heart and temperature spike. His face felt like it was on fire, and his eyes closed on their own accord. It had been a while since he'd been kissed so passionately, and he unconsciously leaned into it.
Hiroki gasped lightly when he felt Miyagi's tongue against his lips, asking for entrance. Hiroki hesitated, but complied, opening his mouth to let Miyagi in. Their tongues battled for dominance, though Hiroki's movements were hesitant and unsure. He could taste the alcohol and the cigarettes that Miyagi had smoked earlier. They left a bitter taste in his mouth that he found he rather liked. He could barely taste the alcohol but maybe that's because his own mouth was coated with the stuff.
The need for air became present and both men pulled away gasping for breath. Hiroki was dazed; his head seeming even foggier than it had been, earlier, which didn't have anything to do with the alcohol, lack of sleep, or the lack of air.
That kiss had been nothing like any of the kisses that Nowaki had been giving him recently.
But he couldn't believe he'd just kissed Miyagi…
"T-that was…" He spoke breathlessly.
"A drunken mistake." Miyagi finished for him, grinning down at him. "I won't tell if you don't!"
Hiroki was rendered speechless for a second at Miyagi's sudden personality change, (though after all this time he really shouldn't… Damn it was that man bipolar or something?!), before he nodded. "Alright." He agreed. After all that was the best thing to do, just pretend it never happened, and move on.
"Okay night." Miyagi said standing up. He stumbled a bit but managed to catch himself, and stumbled out of the room, and into the hallway.
Hiroki sighed, and ran a hand through his hair wondering what had just happened. He shook his head, and realized just how tired he was; after all it was three in the morning. He climbed up onto the couch, not wanting to bother raiding about for a blanket.
His eyes drooped and he curled up. "A drunken… Mistake." He whispered, without realizing it, and fell fast asleep.
Okay finally finished and let me tell you something: that make out scene was flipping hard to write! Seriously I haven't French kissed someone since second grade! (….yeah leave me alone….) so I've got like no experience in kissing at all, either! -sigh-
And I also decided to skip the 'if you sleep on the couch even just once you'll get a cold' philosophy that the Japanese have, because I've slept on the couch tons of times and have never gotten a cold!
Well truthfully I'm glad that this chapter is over, but it might be a while for the third one to be uploaded. …I'm not too sure how many chapters this is going to be, actually…. So I guess we'll just see how things play out.
