Eleventh Trick
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Sometimes, they had quiet afternoons. Although Gon was normally a very active person, he was growing up and as a teenager he sometimes needed time to wind down and just brood like anyone else his age. His moments of strange quiet were more scarce than those of his peers, but they nevertheless happened. As for Hisoka, he used those times to take a break: sit down and just read a mystery novel until he got bored of it or managed to figure out the plot by himself.
That particular winter afternoon, Gon was playing HeartGold and Hisoka was reading a copy of Stieg Larsson's The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Gon had commented before how the book continued to keep the man's fickle attention and Hisoka had explained that while the book was nowhere near a linguistic triumph, it kept surprising him with the intelligent plot. In the background, to go with the Swedish book, tacky ABBA records were crackling quietly from the vinyl player.
They've been happily together for over a year and it was the first time that Gon started thinking of the future in a way that worried him. His fingers halted over his DS and he bit in his lower lip. Almost immediately, Hisoka lowered his book and looked at him over their pulled-up, tangled-together legs.
"Something the matter?"
Gon shook his head, but saved his game and sat up a little straighter. Hisoka closed his book, placed it on the coffee table and also sat up properly. They locked gazes.
"...I've been thinking," Gon began.
"I could tell," Hisoka said. "What got you frowning so deep, little hunter?"
Gon hadn't realised he was frowning. Involuntarily, he rubbed the soft spot between his brows then also set his DS aside. He hugged his drawn-up knees and rested his chin on top of them. He stayed quiet for a while.
'The winner takes it all
The loser standing small'
Hisoka glanced at the player. "...should I turn it off?"
Gon flicked his nervous gaze up. "No, no! ...I think I'd feel worse with the silence." He sighed, dropped his eyes again. "Hisoka, I know you like young boys."
"Yes~, I do," Hisoka answered in his usual playful tone that promised nothing good and contained no shame.
Gon pressed his thighs together. It was awkward, but he did love Hisoka's voice and it never failed to tease him. For now, he needed to stay focused though. He had an important thing to discuss. "Yes. And just now, I thought, I'm not going to stay young forever. Right?"
"Right," Hisoka agreed, but with such ease that Gon needed to look up and meet his gaze again. To his astonishment, the man was smiling. "But that's only natural. I'll also grow old." He paused. "Hopefully by your side, too."
Gon fought a blush and the sudden flock of butterflies messing up his stomach. "Yes, but-"
"You're thinking that I'll eventually look for someone younger, is that it? Because I like young boys." Hisoka shifted forward, wrapped his hands around Gon's waist and pulled him into his arms. He seated him across his lap and held him in a soft embrace. "But there's a difference, Gon. I may look at a couple of boys and think they're cute, I can't help that. But do you think I would trade what we have now for someone younger?"
"You're right, no." Gon shook his head and kissed a spot on Hisoka's jaw line that he knew was sensitive for the man. He delighted in his little hum then hid a teasing grin against his skin. "...that would be shallow, even for someone like you."
Hisoka blinked. "Ouch~, little hunter." He craned his neck and touched his nose to Gon's. "Are you feeling mean, hm~? Want to pick on me~?"
"You said you'd look at boys and think they're cute!" Gon scrunched up his nose and tilted his head to bite that same spot on Hisoka's jaw line. He heard the man moan in the back of his throat this time. 'Gotcha~!'
"You look at movie stars and think they're hot, too... " Hisoka murmured, gathering him closer in his arms. He pressed a kiss to his lips. "I love you, Gon. You'll have to trust that."
Gon shifted in his embrace, met those shrewd, wicked golden eyes. "...I do trust you. I don't want you to think I'm doubting you. I guess it's just something you inevitably consider, given our situation… right?"
Hisoka seemed to ponder the matter. "Hm, well~ I can't argue. I've also wondered what happens once I grow too old."
Gon paused to consider. "...does age really matter?" He finally emerged. He shrugged his shoulders. "I can't imagine not loving you just because you're old. That's not how it works."
"And there's~ the key to this all." Hisoka arranged him bridal style in his arms and he stood from the couch. His eyes were bright and knowing when he looked at him. Gon knew that gaze well and it made him shiver and smile. "That's not how it works. Now~... for being such a little bastard before~..."
Gon kicked out in his arms for show, laughing when Hisoka's teeth nipped and caressed his throat. It tickled, but at the same time the small, damp touches excited him, sent a sweet pulse of warmth through his body. "...ooh, do I have to be punished~?"
Hisoka chuckled, moving to walk around the couch before turning back and laying Gon on the soft cushions again. He placed one knee beside his hip and his hands on either side of his face, trapping him beneath his body.
Gon stopped laughing at once. He pouted and did his best to feign innocence as he stared at Hisoka. He reached up to grip the hem of his t-shirt, inching it up along his torso. "I thought you were going to take me to the bedroom…"
Hisoka caressed his soft, tanned cheek, sighing out loud for the playful brushes of Gon's fingers against his skin. "...changed my mind~"
"Oh?" Gon swallowed. His thighs strained, tried to spread apart, but he refrained. He understood the game now and when Hisoka looked at him that way, all he wanted was to play along, but he's also learned that if he was a little defiant, the results were all the more amazing. "And why?"
The smile on Hisoka's face, that expression of pure, unabashed lust was worth every second of effort, too. "I thought~, Gon~... that a bad~ boy~ like you doesn't need a bed…"
Gon shivered, sinking his fingertips into Hisoka's pale skin, feeling its warmth, smelling the musk from the man looming above him. His eyelids dropped half-mast, his body seized up with a quick, fiery jolt of arousal. He was throbbing to hardness, filling with a deep, desperate yearning that was much greedier than just lust. "...Hisoka… Hisoka, please…" With sudden haste, he dragged the t-shirt off of the man then sat up and ran his hands over his bare torso. He pressed his cheek to his shoulder and his heart exploded in his chest. "I love you… I want you, I miss you…"
