A/n: Fourth chapter! I had so much fun writing this one.
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Chapter 4: Tantalize
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Hikaru loves lying in his bed. He loves lying down while looking –staring- at the ceiling and thinking of nonsensical things or just reflecting about his day. He loves lying down and trying not to think of anything or he's thinking too much. He loves the feeling of lethargy, or how the comforter would be pulled up till it's under his chin, where he would feel safe and warm.
He loves this and more, especially if his younger brother was right beside him.
He doesn't mind sharing a bed with Kaoru. He doesn't mind the fact that he can't sprawl all over the bed, or that he can't stretch too much in fear of hitting his sleeping companion across the face. He's okay waking up with chilled skin and the sniffles because Kaoru hogged the blanket. They've slept like this for years, since Hikaru can remember, and he's used to it.
Hikaru's eyes open, and a grunt escapes his lips. He pushes away Kaoru's hand that had slapped him across the face. He's not mad; at least he woke up from his nightmare.
He dreamt that a big rabbit was standing before him, a hungry gleam in its eyes, Hikaru tried to escape, only to find himself as a carrot.
He licks his lips, what a weird dream.
He pushes back his hair that is sticking to his sweaty forehead. He shivers, his sweat cold and the comforter wrapped around him and Kaoru. He looks at the ceiling, staring at how the moonlight plays with the nightly shadows.
Hikaru feels something tickling his naked shoulder –he and Kaoru sleep only in their boxers, and it's not awkward- he turns, and gets a face full of hair. He sputters, and he pulls back. Kaoru shifts and Hikaru feels a hand graze his knee, only a whisper of a touch. It tickles, and he thinks of how the hand would move slowly, up, up, up his thigh.
He inhales cold, night air through his nose, and exhales warm breath through his mouth. He runs a hand through his hair.
Kaoru is his baby brother.
He can't think like that.
Kaoru rolls over and lies on his stomach, he moves closer to Hikaru. Hikaru backs off a little, and turns to lie on his side to get a better view of his younger brother, to watch him sleep. It is a secret hobby of his. One that he hopes Kaoru would never, ever find out about.
His eyes roam over Kaoru's back, slightly slick with sweat, how it's curved just right. It arches to a beautiful curve, not too deep, but not too shallow. Hikaru thinks of how he wants to run his fingers ever so softly over his younger brother's back. He tries to imagine what Kaoru's reaction would be, if he would deliciously shiver or blush that certain shade of pinkish red.
A slight moan escapes Kaoru's lips because of what ever dream he's having. Hikaru snaps out of his trance, and retracts his hand back. He catches himself before his fingers reached Kaoru's smooth back.
He can't think like that.
He tries to look away, only, Kaoru's lips catch his attention.
He imagines a braver Hikaru. It's a Hikaru that doesn't care about Kaoru and his feelings, a Hikaru that doesn't think of anything about the trust between Hikaru and Kaoru. Or maybe he's a Hikaru that only cares about his own desires, or a Hikaru that doesn't care about anything at all.
Hikaru hopes, he imagines.
He sees, in his head, that Hikaru leaning forward and pressing his lips against Kaoru's. He sees that Hikaru claiming Kaoru's lips in a good night my love, have sweet dreams kind of kiss.
But, he isn't that Hikaru.
And he knows he can't think like that.
So he rolls over, his back to Kaoru and shifts so that only a corner of his pillow cradles his head. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, farther away from Kaoru. But it's like there is a magnet, and Kaoru moves with Hikaru, and presses against his back. His breath tickles the nape of Hikaru's neck. An arm is draped across his chest. He feels the heat radiating from Kaoru's body.
He wishes, he yearns.
I want you so much closer.
But he shouldn't think like that.
To be continued...
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A/n: I loved this chapter, so, so, so much. I know you're thinking, 'where's the kiss???!!' but it's the prospect of the kiss in here. Hikaru wants the kiss, but he's thinking he can't have it. Oh, and I always thought of Hikaru as a bit obsessive about his baby brother... What do you think? Drop it in a review. *smiles*
Please, review *epic flail*