I'm Not Listening
"Kaito, I have a question. Why is it always me..?" I groaned, sprawling inelegantly across our king size bed and curled my fingers into the creases of the quilted blue and red duvet. It was something Kaito's mother had given us when he first moved in. I felt the mattress dip as it took on Kaito's weight.
"It's 'cause you're way too sexy for your own good, babe." I could almost hear him grinning.
"Fuck off," I muttered, throwing an arm over my face and hoping that, by some miracle he would actually read the signs and understand that I wanted to be alone. The bed springs creaked and for one stupid moment, I actually thought he'd heard my unvoiced wishes.
Familiar lips, rough and warm, pressed softly against mine, and feather light fingers caressed my cheek. Of course he hadn't listened to me, what was I thinking? I pulled my right hand out from underneath me and ran it through his hair, reveling in the feel of it. Contrary to popular belief, Kaito's hair is nothing like a bird's nest. In the mornings it was artfully mussed (usually by me) because he felt it gave him a "bad boy" look. It was really, completely tangle-free. Felt like silk on the skin of my hand.
Grinning, I clenched the hand, grasping his hair tighter and using it as leverage to pull him closer. He moaned in response to the changing angle and nibbled at my lower lip, asking for entrance. I gave it to him gladly, shivering with desire as his tongue passed my lips. Kaito, I had learned recently, could tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue. It certainly showed.
My hands slipped under his shirt, inching it upwards and over his head, breaking contact with his lips for only a moment. He really is gorgeous, I mused as he recaptured my lips. Chocolate brown hair that just was just long enough to brush his shoulders, dark humorous eyes with just a touch of violet to them, and a body that, in my opinion, had absolutely no peer. Well, I didn't have much to compare it to granted, but who cares?
A hand cupped my hardening erection through the slacks that I was seriously beginning to regret wearing. Really, they looked nice and they were horribly comfortable, but the zipper is unfortunately broken. It made them very hard to get out of without patience that I did not possess right now.
I groaned and flipped us over so that he was looking up at me, hair covering the left side of his face. He grimaced at the change in position but whatever he was going to say about it was lost as I started sucking at his neck, taking pleasure in the soft and delicious moans escaping his lips.
Times like this, Kaito was like a musical instrument. Making every sound imaginable, depending on what strings I pulled. It delighted me to be able to do this to him. Kaito dominated so much of my life; it was nice to put him on the receiving end once in a while.
He squirmed beneath my touch, bringing my attention back to the present. I chuckled. "Impatient, are we?" I lowered my head, tracing a wet line from his neck down to his navel, stopping just shy of where I knew he really wanted me to touch.
"Stop it! You're such a tease!" He growled, tugging on my hair in a poor attempt to get me into the right position. I resisted a few seconds before conceding and unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them off his legs, leaving him in bright red, mistletoe patterned boxers. I stifled a laugh as he blushed.
"They were a gift from Aoko, I couldn't exactly refuse them!" He muttered, gasping as I took him into my hand and squeezed. "She'd murder me in my sleep!"
"Well, we don't want that." I reached into our bedside drawer and pulled a tube, glancing a the label briefly to make sure I had the right thing. The word raspberry leapt out at me. "Kaito? Dear?"
"Well, we wouldn't want that." I reached into our bedside drawer and pulled out a tube, glancing at the label quickly to make sure I had the right thing. The word "raspberry' leapt out at me. "Kaito? Dear?"
"Yes..?" His speech was slightly strangled thanks to my efforts.
"Stop buying strange things," I said, holding up the lube.
"But I thought you liked raspberries!" He protested, fingers inching the accursed slacks past my waist. Or at least they were trying to. And it's the effort that counts, right? Or is that the thought that counts? Well, either way...
"I do like raspberries but there is a time and a place and this is neither!" I said, grinning as I fiddled with the damn broken zipper. Finally, after struggling with it for a few seconds, I impatiently ripped it open, probably ruining the slacks in the process, but at the moment I wasn't too concerned about it.
"There's coconut in there too," he said, matching my grin. I blinked, and then started laughing.
"Where do you get this stuff?" I asked. He was about to open his mouth when I cut him off. "Never mind, I really don't want to know." I was going to say more but I caught sight of Kaito's hungry stare and knew I'd been talking way too long.
I grinned, and set about rectifying the situation.
Later, after the situation had been successfully righted, I took him into my arms and we just lay there, listening to each other breath. Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed. "Stroke of midnight Love, make a wish."
"Can't, I already got what I wanted." He snuggled closer to me and I smiled, stroking his hair gently. He hummed approvingly and intertwined our fingers, sighing contently.
"You know what?"
"What?" He asked drowsily.
"I got what I wanted too."
"Really? 'M glad..." Just like that, he fell asleep, still breathing softly on the skin of my neck. I moved my hand so that it draped over his waist and tucked his head under my chin. He murmured something about chocolate in his sleep and I chuckled.
"You know, I am so glad you don't listen to me." I brushed the hair out of his face and nestled closer to him, falling asleep. At least until the morning, when Kaito would wake up and jump on me, demanding we go open Christmas presents.
"Merry Christmas Kaito."
AN: So this was going to be a lemon but I chickened out... But at least it got finished in time!
Also, I know this isn't very you, Christmas-like but I was pressed for time. I only just got it finished today and I'm still not finished wrapping things. So, I apologize. But at least it's something, yeah?
Okay, I've learned something from this. One is to never leave things this late again and two is NEVER AGAIN am I going to write seme Shinichi without serious time to spend on it. He is not fun to write. I had such issues with this fic... And they're still OOC...
Last thing before I go: Merry Christmas you guys, hope you have a great day and you, know, cheers and all that!
