Yup, the rating was changed. The complete sign is also up. Here's the funny part I've been dying to write :)
"Nowaki?" Hiroki began to turn around in bed but the sudden movement at his backside cramped and forced him to stop. For the past 8 to 9 hours, Nowaki hadn't pulled out of his ass. There was no way he was going to be walking normally until later today.
"It's so early Hiro-san," yawned Nowaki. As he began to stretch, he noticed himself still within his lover. "DDaaayuuumm," he hummed, licking his lips.
"PULL IT OUT!" yelled the man being penetrated.
"You asked for it," shrugged Nowaki separating himself from his lover in an instant. Hiroki screamed, hiding his face in his pillow while clutching his tortured ass.
"Don't turn me on in the morning. I've got to get to work to catch up now since I took the day off yesterday." Nowaki gently flipped the covers over and walked to the bathroom; naked. I'll fuck that ass one day, declared Hiroki mentally while staring at his boyfriend walk into the bathroom to shower. I should join him. NO! THAT'S WHAT NOWAKI DOES. NO. NOT ME.
Hiroki lay in bed for the next hour or so, just listening to his lover tend to his needs as well as breakfast.
"Hiro-san?" came the loving voice of Nowaki. "Since we didn't go out for dinner yesterday, wanna go out for dinner tonight?"
"We're not skipping it like last time," Hiroki glared.
"Hai, hai," Nowaki waved. Well, what could he do? He was turned on, horny, and resisting all temptation to molest his boyfriend in front of an audience yesterday; not that the professor knew.
Groaning at the pain at his backside, Hiroki leaned against the walls and made his way into the bathroom. After a refreshing shower that lessened the pain in his ass and practically scraping off every bit of evidence of last night's events, he dressed into a pair of jeans and wife-beater. Filling the apartment was the smell of eggs and bacon, the set of breakfast Nowaki made for himself almost every morning when studying abroad.
Hiroki grew to love Nowaki's assimilated culture, even if it caused him a lot of heartbreak at his departure.
"Breakfast is ready!" Nowaki called. "I have to go now. Oh, and don't forget about tonight. Wear something pretty." He winked, gave a surprise peck on the lips, and left the apartment not a second late.
"All right then…" Shaking his head from the change of pace in the room, he sat down and ate his breakfast. I wonder if Nowaki ate some…
Mid-thought, Hiroki's phone began to ring and since he had nothing better to do except for laze around until dinner, he figured he'd talk to someone other than just Nowaki today.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hiroki-chan!" came Miyagi's voice.
"What do you want?" he growled, ignoring the 'chan' honorific. He couldn't hang up on him now =.=
"You see," Miyagi started. "Since you didn't come back to the office yesterday because of your giant boyfriend, you've got a shitload of papers to mark on your desk that I got back from the classroom for you. You can thank me later. I suggest coming to pick them up now otherwise- I'm going to be blunt- you're screwed."
"Huh, for once you're not acting as childish," hummed Hiroki in understanding. "What's the catch?"
"You know me so well," sighed Miyagi. His voice became serious afterwards. "I forgot to mark my classes work yesterday because of Shinobu and my lecture is in 30 minutes."
"I'VE GOT 30 FUCKING MINUTES TO HELP YOU MARK A WHOLE CLASS'S PAPERS?!" screamed Hiroki into the phone. On the other end, Miyagi had to pull the phone away from his ear momentarily to prevent eardrum damage.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll mark some too. But not including the time you have to get here, that's 25 minutes."
"NOT HELPING." The professor ran around the apartment grabbing the necessary items. He grabbed a large knapsack to carry his class's papers, a random jacket incase he got cold into the knapsack for now, a watch to keep track of how long he had to get to the university, and a beanie to cover up his shaggy hair.
"I owe you for helping me get my papers but this is my day off as well so you actually owe me one," stated Hiroki clearly while pulling on a pair of Converse at the front door.
"Got it. Please hurry!" The phone call was cut in a second.
With a grunt, Hiroki slung the knapsack over his back, grabbed his keys at the decorative table by the front door, and headed out.
He sped walk through the crowds of people along the streets until he reached the university. He paused for a minute, catching his breath. Checking his digital watch, he found out he got there within 2 minutes. Once he caught his breath, he realized the stupidest thing. I'm wearing an undershirt.
At the same time, his phone rang again. He answered it to find Miyagi's contact number.
"WHAT?"
"I see you!" the other teacher sang.
"All right all right, give me a minute of two." Hanging up the call, he began walking through the parking lot of the university, he noticed multiple stares going his way. He kept his head slightly tilted down, trying to avoid the tension.
"Kamijou!" came a voice from afar. Hiroki's head perked up and some gasps around were brought to his attention at the same time.
"Ohayo, Takatsuki-san." Shit, the dean.
"Today's your day off, what are you doing here?" Does he not care about my clothes…? Dress code?
"Miyagi. He needs help marking papers and I left mine here yesterday," he replied tersely.
"Ah, you must be in a hurry. I won't keep you then. By the way, it's good to see you out of working clothes. See you later, Kamijou!" He really doesn't care… They exchanged smiles (Hiroki's being forced) and once the dean walked away, he sighed in relief and looked down at his watch.
"SHIT!"
Walking as fast as he could without running, he ignored the stares,gasps, and whispers going around and kicked open the door to the office.
"Sorry, the dean caught me," explained Hiroki.
"Finally!" Miyagi said exasperatedly. "Here's your half." He plopped a large pile onto Hiroki's desk next to another pile which he would later take home. Sitting down, the brunette pulled out a red pen from the holders at the edge of his desk and began scanning through each paper. His hands worked fast, flipping pages, marking errors, and making comments.
"5 minutes!" called out Miyagi.
By the time those last minutes were up, they were massaging their fingers from holding their marking pens too tightly.
"We've got to get these to the class," said Miyagi, holding up his half.
"You can do that yourself," groaned Hiroki. Miyagi had slyly given him more papers than what he marked and felt kinda bad… ish.
"Please? I carried that whole stack for you already." The older professor gestured to the larger stack of papers at the left side of the desk.
"Fine, fine." Taking the large pile of his class's papers and slipping them carefully into the knapsack with his jacket over it and slung it over his shoulder. With his hands, he took up Miyagi's classes papers and followed him into the classroom.
Murmurs went around the room about the 'hot assistant' following Miyagi-sensei. Hiro-san wanted to slap whoever spread that around so hard they'd pass out.
"Miyagi-sensei!" called out one of the arrogant students at the back. "Is it true Kamijou-sensei has a boyfriend?!" The whole class began shouting out the same question and Hiroki stiffened.
"Ask him yourself," grinned the teacher, placing his arm casually over the otter professors shoulder.
"THAT'S KAMIJOU-SENSEI?!" gasped another student rather loudly.
"What? Have you never seen a teacher out of a business suit before?" groaned Hiroki.
"Wow, you sure have built up some muscle here," commented Miyagi while squishing the shorter male's arm.
"Would you stop that!" Hiroki roughly shoved away the arm around him and held onto the knapsack tightly. "I'm leaving." He began to walk away until he heard a minor keyed whine that made his ears bleed.
"Kamijouuuuu." Miyagi's arms wrapped around the angered man's neck. Angered, Hiroki used his old kendo skills to put him in an arm lock.
"You do that again and I'll tell everyone about the high schooler-"
"OKAY. I GOT IT!" Running away, Miyagi stood at the podium of the classroom.
"I'm leaving," Hiroki repeated.
"For what? Do you have a date with Doctor Kusama? Or should I say, No~Wa~Ki?" teased the professor at the podium.
"So what if I do? Our anniversary was yesterday and we're gonna celebrate tonight. Jealous?" Hiroki scoffed. 'Oohh''s and 'Ahh''s echoed around the classroom at the comeback.
"Woah, woah, woah," came the arrogant student. "Kamijou-sensei, you swing that way?"
"So what if I do? I'm not the only one." Hiroki shot a smirk in Miyagi's direction and for once, his blush wasn't because of Shinobu, it was the thought of his younger lover.
"Miyagi-sensei too?" Now the whole class was in uproar.
"Eto… Kamijou, why are you celebrating tonight in particular when you could have done that yesterday?" Miyagi pushed with a smirk. The class went silent. Hiro-san's eyes went wide and his face blushed pink. His overconfident stance changed to shying away, head down, arms crossed.
"That's none of your business," he managed to spit out. Too bad that wasn't a good enough excuse.
"Oh? You know, you're not very good at hiding that limp of yours."
"MIYAGI! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Just leaning forward to shout hurt his lower back and he cringed a little.
"HOLY SHIT! KAMIJOU-SENSEI IS AN UKE!" shouted one of Miyagi's students.
"Hey, you don't need to shout that out," glared Hiroki, not really up to finding something to throw. His body ached enough.
"Well, if you think about it, he looks like one, eh?" chuckled Miyagi.
"You look more like a seme," agreed a female student to the left.
"Why, thank you," bowed the teacher.
"You've got a class to teach. I'm leaving." Hiroki tugged the hem of the wife-beater and fixed his beanie to hide his shaggy hair.
"Jesus christ, how long did you two go at it? You're limping more than usual," asked Miyagi roguishly. Laughter spread throughout the class and Hiroki banged his forehead against his hand.
"Are you seriously asking me that," he groaned.
"Yes," Miyagi answered without hesitation. He sauntered over to the brunette and gripped his arm. "And you aren't leaving until you do."
"Ugh, will you let me go if I answer that?"
"Tell me everything that happens tomorrow and then I will."
"Fine! Fine! Sheesh, just get your filthy hands off me," Hiroki flinched. "Who knows where those fingers have been."
"Deeper than Nowaki's," chuckled Miyagi at the images in his head.
"Ew! You don't need to tell me about your sex life. I've got my own to deal with," said Hiroki in disgust. He couldn't even picture innocent Shinobu and Miyagi together. It would ruin his brain.
"Oh, answer how often that is and I'll let you leave." Miyagi lay his hand against the door so it wouldn't open. Curse his height.
"Often enough," replied Hiroki tersely.
"How often is 'often enough' hm?"
"5 times a week," he muttered.
"What was that?" Miyagi leaned in closer. "I can't hear you."
"ALMOST EVERY FUCKING NIGHT," shouted Hiroki in hopes Miyagi will stop teasing him. "NOW, GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I FLIP YOUR ASS INSIDE-OUT AND MAKE SURE YOU CAN'T FUCK ANYONE FOR A YEAR."
"Woah, I've got students here," chuckled Miyagi in surrender, hands up. "Don't forget to tell me what happens, tomorrow!" waved the professor as the flushed face yet pissed off brunette stormed away.
"My doctor and my teacher are together?" was the last thing Hiroki heard from the university that day.
Um, I dunno if I should continue this to one more chapter. As said, I wrote this at random so er yea.
