*sleeping* I was so determined to post this today that I refused to go to bed until I had it proofread & posted. so, uhm I hope I didn't mess up in my sleepiness.
Otogi woke up feeling better. Not necessarily good, but definitely better. And warm… He was being squished by Honda, who had somehow rolled halfway on top of him during the night. It was a perfectly peaceful Sunday morning, and Otogi was ready to roll over - closer to his personal heater - and go back to sleep.
A noise that disrupted the peace: A snore? An unmentionable body function? A disgruntled dog? Otogi grinned. His stomach was growling. That meant he was hungry. If he was hungry, then he was surely getting better, and that meant that he didn't have to take any more Pepto-Bismol. He shook Honda awake.
"Wha… go to sleep," Honda grumbled, eyes half-open.
"But I'm hungry."
"No you're not, you're sick." Honda yawned and pulled Otogi closer. "Back to sleep."
"You sound drunk," Otogi joked. Honda didn't take the bait and kept his eyes closed, apparently trying to get back to sleep. It took Otogi the better part of an hour to get Honda to wake up, and even then it was only because he had threatened to go cook himself if Honda didn't wake up and make something for him.
"Soup," Honda yawned, scratching his head as he stumbled to the kitchen. Otogi dropped onto the couch, still clothed in nothing to the blanket he kept haphazardly wrapped around his shoulders.
"Ew," he said. "No one eats soup for breakfast."
"S'ten in the morning, and s'all I'm makin'. You were throwing up yesterday."
"No shit, captain obvious," Otogi retorted. But he resigned to that; he knew that he should eat light. He heard the familiar clicking of the gas stove, the can opener… He relaxed. He could deal with soup. After all, he was feeling peaceful, and much better. He turned on the TV and flipped to some stupid made-for-TV movie.
Within five minutes Otogi's peaceful state was rudely interrupted by a loud "Oh fuck!" followed by what sounded like a fire extinguisher. Otogi paled and shook his head even though he knew no one could see it.
"Tell me you didn't just set my kitchen on fire," he pleaded.
Honda replied, "It's fine."
"No, if there is a fire in my kitchen it's NOT fine," Otogi argued. "Ugh, get in here; I'm cooking!" Otogi stood.
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No."
"Yes!"
"I'm using the microwave now, so sit down!"
Otogi was halfway to the kitchen when he heard the telltale beeping of the microwave. He returned to his perch on the couch, almost grateful that he didn't have to see whatever damage Honda had inflicted. "Fine," he said heatedly, trying to sound more upset than he was.
It wasn't long before he was sitting on the floor in front of his coffee table, eating soup and continuing to watch that made-for-TV movie, his blanket pooled around his waist - just enough to cover what needed to be hidden. Honda was sitting on the couch, bowl of soup in his lap. "So," Honda started during a commercial break, "remember why you invited me over yet?"
Otogi shrugged. "Nope. To get to know you better, I suppose. Like you were saying yesterday…" He paused and grinned. "Why did you accept the invitation?"
Honda returned his smile and answered, "To get to know you better, I suppose."
"Parrot," Otogi teased. "That was my excuse first." The commercial break ended and they returned to eating in silence, attention solely on the movie. At the next commercial break Otogi decided to make a point among the meaningless banter. "You were going to kiss me yesterday."
There was a minute - a full minute; Otogi counted - of silence before a simple, "You threw up."
"Not because you were going to kiss me."
Honda paused. Unfortunately the pause lasted to the end of the commercial break. Otogi waited impatiently for another, eating his soup to keep his mouth busy. When the opportunity finally came Honda said, "Well, you kissed me last night."
"And you called it gross."
"Not because it was you kissing me."
Normally Otogi would have waited for the next break to continue - just to keep up with the pace of things - but the conversation was more interesting than the movie. "Under different circumstances how do you suppose that situation would have gone?"
Honda smirked. "If you hadn't been sick when you pulled me into bed, I would've raped you."
Otogi winked and said deviously, "Can't rape the willing."
A blush colored Honda's cheeks. "Ah, well…" The blush deepened. "Maybe next weekend - if you're feeling better - we'll have to see about getting together again."
"Sounds like a good plan." Otogi yawned. They were both done eating their soup… Otogi had a sudden thought. "Have you let anyone know that you're here?"
The blush faded. "Damn it. I knew I forgot to do something."
Otogi stood, holding the blanket loosely around his waist. "I'll walk you to the door; you can't visit if you're in trouble at home, right?" Honda wasn't moving; his eyes were fixed on Otogi, mouth slightly agape. "Honda," Otogi said, stretching out the syllables to get Honda's attention. "It's not polite to stare."
"You're still not wearing clothes."
"Saves you the trouble of undressing me with your eyes." Damn, he was good at being a wise ass.
"There's still that blanket," Honda observed seriously. Otogi laughed.
"Well, if I take it off you'll never leave. C'mon, time to go."
Honda followed slowly, staring at Otogi's ass the whole way. Otogi shook his hips a little along the way, just to add comedy to the moment. "Well, get better," Honda ordered at the door. "Don't overdo it today, alright?"
"Yes, Doctor Honda," Otogi said mock-obediently.
"Do you flaunt your ass like that for all your doctors?" Honda asked with a raised eyebrow. Otogi hit him half-heartedly.
"Pervert!" He snuck another kiss, but didn't get much out of it - at least, not as much as he would have liked - before Honda pulled away.
"Gross." But he was smiling. Otogi rolled his eyes. Honda cleared his throat. "See you in school tomorrow." Honda finally left, and Otogi closed the door. He returned to the living room long enough to turn off the TV; he didn't even bother to put the bowls in the kitchen. He went to his room and dropped onto the bed. He could sleep the rest of the day without interruption. He grinned into his pillow, closing his eyes. He definitely had to sleep the rest of his bug off.
He had to be completely healthy for next weekend.
- author keeps saying -
you know, I found myself wondering where the hell I was going with this story... and you know, I think it was just meant to be a cute little hondaxotogi thing... you know, them seeing the good in each other? I suspect it kind of sucks, so I hope it was at least cute.