"Semi-Ominous Tidings"
A/N: I want to apologize for the last chapter. I feel that I ended it poorly- it was just such a struggle not to jump into a morning ronk- and the entire thing wasn't written in my normal tones. I spent a little more time laying out what I wanted to happen for this chapter (although since I'm so short on time these days I'm scared to make it much longer- I absolutely hate having to go back and pick up my thoughts where I left them), hopefully I am doing better. I couldn't get asteriks or any other commonly used symbols to work on the last chapter, so I will from now on be refraining from their use. If any of you have any suggestions on how to get something to show up, I'm begging you, please let me know in a review or an email or something... Thanks!
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"You must not want that rematch very badly, then," Jin grumbled, crossing his arms again and pretending to be offended. "You know," he added, "if Tora were to walk in here we'd both be screwed."
"At least I have boxers on," the Korean pointed out cheekily. "Besides, I have little to no modesty where females are concerned."
"I didn't mean that we'd be screwed because we'd been seen." The patience in Jin's voice held a touch of laughter as well. "No... she'd never let us live it down that we, supposed rivals, were not only chatting like this, but were obviously sprung at the same time- and you, my sweet, have a bad case of JBF hair."
"What's that?"
"Just-been-fucked hair," the Japanese elaborated, and burst out laughing as Hwoarang all but dropped the coffee mug in his haste to run his fingers frantically through his mane and set things aright.
"You could have told me sooner!"
"Not really," Jin chuckled. "Serves you right. You know... you really shouldn't worry about fixing it just yet anyway." He walked as casually as he could manage with his now-painfully stiff member swinging free, and smacked Hwoarang's arse lightly to make him move. Unlike his guest, Jin preferred a bit of cream in his coffee... and he'd wanted an excuse to touch that lovely behind again.
"OW!" Hwoarang complained, rubbing his rear with one hand and trying hard to scowl. His host politely took no notice as he poured himself a cup and stirred in a splash of hazelnut cream. "Why exactly should I not deal with my hair? Are you planning on messing it up again?" He grabbed his cup and drained it abruptly. The thought of getting Jin back in bed was far too tempting to make him want to delay for the sake of savoring coffee!
"Maybe," was all Jin said. He didn't seem in any hurry to down HIS java, however. Not until they heard the rattle of keys at the door. "Uh oh... that's Tora!" The Japanese stuck his partially-drank cup in the sink hurriedly and met Hwoarang's eyes for a split second. "Shower!" they spoke simultaneously and dashed toward the bathroom. Not a moment too soon; they were barely into the hallway before they heard the door open and shut. Jin turned the water on right away as Hwoarang pulled the bathroom door shut behind them and locked it. They shared a brief chuckle at their near escape, the redhead trying not to blush as he removed his boxers, and his lover stepped into the bathtub. Hmm... maybe I should let him adjust the temperature. "How hot do you like your showers?"
"Hotter at the end than the beginning," Hwoarang murmured as he slipped in behind Jin, sliding his arms around the narrow waist and kissing between Jin's shoulderblades. The steamy water felt wonderful after the nippy air as it was; almost as nice, Hwoarang reflected, as a certain pair of hands reaching behind him, grabbing his ass, and pulling him forward to press against his lover. "Careful," he whispered, sliding his own hands down to caress Jin's throbbing length between them. "Can't forget to wash behind our ears, now, can we?"
"I could." Jin tilted his head back until it rested against a pale shoulder, hips thrusting helplessly against those teasing palms.
"Well..." What the redhead wanted to say was muffled as he nipped the base of Jin's neck, so he tried again. "I wouldn't mind another shower later to finish washing-" His eyes shut themselves and a ragged breath tore out of his throat when his neck recieved a soft bite in return. "But it would be difficult to explain to Tora, yes?" He pulled reluctantly away and turned Jin around to face him. Those eyes... so full of warmth. Sparkling a little as they peeked from beneath soggy black bangs.
"Yes... I suppose it would at that." Jin pouted for a moment. "Let's hurry then. I'm sure she just can't wait to try and beat me up again." Why is he looking at me like that? Besides the obvious. He chided himself silently for seeking motives even now, decided to use the lavendar shampoo, started lathering up. Hwoarang's probably forgotten about his dream by now- and it can't have been that bad anyway, if he's still as interested in sex as I am.
The redhead's hands were already busily scrubbing at imagined dirt, leaving trails of soap suds in their wake until his body was all but obscured. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," he replied after a long moment. Surprisingly enough, he only sounded halfway kidding. "Be a good boy and share that water, will you?"
"Of course." Jin reversed their positions- after he'd rinsed his hair, of course- and took up the bar of soap. "You're supposed to at least dunk the soap!" he complained as the slippery thing squirted up out of his hand.
"Oh, you know you like it hard-to-grasp," Hwoarang teased. He bent over seductively to retrieve the lost article and got another healthy smack to his rear for the effort. "Hey!" he squeaked.
"None of that now, I don't want to make you lose your balance or anything, but I might not be able to help myself if you keep on...!" The Japanese growled under his breath, feeling almost fevered with wanting to simply bend Hwoarang back over and take him then and there. "You have no idea how much you turn me on."
"Sure I do." Hwoarang glanced up from massaging lather into his scalp and smiled tenderly. "YOU turn ME on just as much. I've just never fooled around much in the shower, and while I find the idea interesting, I want to have a bit more freedom to move around next time." He squeaked again as soapy arms reached around his waist and hugged him hard. "I just rinsed that off!" he grumbled half-heartedly.
Jin tickled his bellybutton playfully. "I know. But I just can't keep my hands off you."
Tora's voice came through the door, chilly like the rush of cold water that told them they'd lingered too long in the shower. "Jin, there is a letter for you on your bed. I picked it up at the post office this morning. You've also got a couple bills from the electric company. And..." Her voice darkened considerably. "I'll be back this afternoon to finish up my duties. Have fun." The last two words were heavy with sarcasm.
Jin met Hwoarang's eyes. Their faces held similar looks of confusion. "I don't get it," the Japanese muttered. "What's her issue?" He pulled back the shower curtain and retrieved a couple towels, dimly aware of the apartment door slamming.
"Hell." Hwoarang shrugged unknowingly, mumbling thanks for the towel. "You know what you need, Kazama, is a good thick bathrobe."
"That's not what I would have said, but sure."
The redhead peeked up to see if Jin meant to be funny or not, and narrowed his eyes at the unusual expression he caught before it was smoothed away. It looked like weariness smudged with humor and a bit of lust. Good. He must not be too worried about Tora. I wonder if they have these things often? "Well... but a bathrobe is nice when you're too comfortable for clothing but don't want to run around in boxers. I mean, you must admit, it's rather chilly out here."
Jin bit his lip to keep from making a lewd comment about heating things up between them. "Yeah... Hey. I think I'm going to read that letter before anything else this morning. I hope it isn't anything serious."
Hwoarang nodded his assent. "D'you like scrambled eggs? And do you have any cheese?"
"Yes, and yes- of course. But don't worry about cooking unless you just want to." It was hard for the Japanese to not spill his plans for the day so soon, but he managed- barely- by drawing up the memory of Tora's suppressed fury of the night before. He shuddered at the image and hung his towel up to dry.
"It's something to do while you deal with your mail." Hwoarang gave Jin a quick kiss, looking positively cute beneath his dripping, tangled mop of hair. "Just don't take too long."
The Japanese watched as his lover stepped out naked as a jaybird into the hall. "I won't." Smiling to himself, he walked cautiously into his bedroom. He dealt with the bills first; apparently there'd been a mistake last month and he'd been overcharged. Well. At least there's some good news. The letter, however- "Nooo," he groaned. It was no mere letter, it was a request from the university he attended to make an advising appointment.
"What's wrong?" Hwoarang called from the kitchen.
"It seems like they're trying to rush classes into starting again already," Jin replied sourly, crumpling both paper and envelope with a snort. "It's just a notice- they want me to give the counselors more work, apparently." He prayed to whatever gods- or demons- that were listening that he'd have enough time to secure Hwoarang's heart before the fall semester began...
A/N: I want to apologize for the last chapter. I feel that I ended it poorly- it was just such a struggle not to jump into a morning ronk- and the entire thing wasn't written in my normal tones. I spent a little more time laying out what I wanted to happen for this chapter (although since I'm so short on time these days I'm scared to make it much longer- I absolutely hate having to go back and pick up my thoughts where I left them), hopefully I am doing better. I couldn't get asteriks or any other commonly used symbols to work on the last chapter, so I will from now on be refraining from their use. If any of you have any suggestions on how to get something to show up, I'm begging you, please let me know in a review or an email or something... Thanks!
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"You must not want that rematch very badly, then," Jin grumbled, crossing his arms again and pretending to be offended. "You know," he added, "if Tora were to walk in here we'd both be screwed."
"At least I have boxers on," the Korean pointed out cheekily. "Besides, I have little to no modesty where females are concerned."
"I didn't mean that we'd be screwed because we'd been seen." The patience in Jin's voice held a touch of laughter as well. "No... she'd never let us live it down that we, supposed rivals, were not only chatting like this, but were obviously sprung at the same time- and you, my sweet, have a bad case of JBF hair."
"What's that?"
"Just-been-fucked hair," the Japanese elaborated, and burst out laughing as Hwoarang all but dropped the coffee mug in his haste to run his fingers frantically through his mane and set things aright.
"You could have told me sooner!"
"Not really," Jin chuckled. "Serves you right. You know... you really shouldn't worry about fixing it just yet anyway." He walked as casually as he could manage with his now-painfully stiff member swinging free, and smacked Hwoarang's arse lightly to make him move. Unlike his guest, Jin preferred a bit of cream in his coffee... and he'd wanted an excuse to touch that lovely behind again.
"OW!" Hwoarang complained, rubbing his rear with one hand and trying hard to scowl. His host politely took no notice as he poured himself a cup and stirred in a splash of hazelnut cream. "Why exactly should I not deal with my hair? Are you planning on messing it up again?" He grabbed his cup and drained it abruptly. The thought of getting Jin back in bed was far too tempting to make him want to delay for the sake of savoring coffee!
"Maybe," was all Jin said. He didn't seem in any hurry to down HIS java, however. Not until they heard the rattle of keys at the door. "Uh oh... that's Tora!" The Japanese stuck his partially-drank cup in the sink hurriedly and met Hwoarang's eyes for a split second. "Shower!" they spoke simultaneously and dashed toward the bathroom. Not a moment too soon; they were barely into the hallway before they heard the door open and shut. Jin turned the water on right away as Hwoarang pulled the bathroom door shut behind them and locked it. They shared a brief chuckle at their near escape, the redhead trying not to blush as he removed his boxers, and his lover stepped into the bathtub. Hmm... maybe I should let him adjust the temperature. "How hot do you like your showers?"
"Hotter at the end than the beginning," Hwoarang murmured as he slipped in behind Jin, sliding his arms around the narrow waist and kissing between Jin's shoulderblades. The steamy water felt wonderful after the nippy air as it was; almost as nice, Hwoarang reflected, as a certain pair of hands reaching behind him, grabbing his ass, and pulling him forward to press against his lover. "Careful," he whispered, sliding his own hands down to caress Jin's throbbing length between them. "Can't forget to wash behind our ears, now, can we?"
"I could." Jin tilted his head back until it rested against a pale shoulder, hips thrusting helplessly against those teasing palms.
"Well..." What the redhead wanted to say was muffled as he nipped the base of Jin's neck, so he tried again. "I wouldn't mind another shower later to finish washing-" His eyes shut themselves and a ragged breath tore out of his throat when his neck recieved a soft bite in return. "But it would be difficult to explain to Tora, yes?" He pulled reluctantly away and turned Jin around to face him. Those eyes... so full of warmth. Sparkling a little as they peeked from beneath soggy black bangs.
"Yes... I suppose it would at that." Jin pouted for a moment. "Let's hurry then. I'm sure she just can't wait to try and beat me up again." Why is he looking at me like that? Besides the obvious. He chided himself silently for seeking motives even now, decided to use the lavendar shampoo, started lathering up. Hwoarang's probably forgotten about his dream by now- and it can't have been that bad anyway, if he's still as interested in sex as I am.
The redhead's hands were already busily scrubbing at imagined dirt, leaving trails of soap suds in their wake until his body was all but obscured. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," he replied after a long moment. Surprisingly enough, he only sounded halfway kidding. "Be a good boy and share that water, will you?"
"Of course." Jin reversed their positions- after he'd rinsed his hair, of course- and took up the bar of soap. "You're supposed to at least dunk the soap!" he complained as the slippery thing squirted up out of his hand.
"Oh, you know you like it hard-to-grasp," Hwoarang teased. He bent over seductively to retrieve the lost article and got another healthy smack to his rear for the effort. "Hey!" he squeaked.
"None of that now, I don't want to make you lose your balance or anything, but I might not be able to help myself if you keep on...!" The Japanese growled under his breath, feeling almost fevered with wanting to simply bend Hwoarang back over and take him then and there. "You have no idea how much you turn me on."
"Sure I do." Hwoarang glanced up from massaging lather into his scalp and smiled tenderly. "YOU turn ME on just as much. I've just never fooled around much in the shower, and while I find the idea interesting, I want to have a bit more freedom to move around next time." He squeaked again as soapy arms reached around his waist and hugged him hard. "I just rinsed that off!" he grumbled half-heartedly.
Jin tickled his bellybutton playfully. "I know. But I just can't keep my hands off you."
Tora's voice came through the door, chilly like the rush of cold water that told them they'd lingered too long in the shower. "Jin, there is a letter for you on your bed. I picked it up at the post office this morning. You've also got a couple bills from the electric company. And..." Her voice darkened considerably. "I'll be back this afternoon to finish up my duties. Have fun." The last two words were heavy with sarcasm.
Jin met Hwoarang's eyes. Their faces held similar looks of confusion. "I don't get it," the Japanese muttered. "What's her issue?" He pulled back the shower curtain and retrieved a couple towels, dimly aware of the apartment door slamming.
"Hell." Hwoarang shrugged unknowingly, mumbling thanks for the towel. "You know what you need, Kazama, is a good thick bathrobe."
"That's not what I would have said, but sure."
The redhead peeked up to see if Jin meant to be funny or not, and narrowed his eyes at the unusual expression he caught before it was smoothed away. It looked like weariness smudged with humor and a bit of lust. Good. He must not be too worried about Tora. I wonder if they have these things often? "Well... but a bathrobe is nice when you're too comfortable for clothing but don't want to run around in boxers. I mean, you must admit, it's rather chilly out here."
Jin bit his lip to keep from making a lewd comment about heating things up between them. "Yeah... Hey. I think I'm going to read that letter before anything else this morning. I hope it isn't anything serious."
Hwoarang nodded his assent. "D'you like scrambled eggs? And do you have any cheese?"
"Yes, and yes- of course. But don't worry about cooking unless you just want to." It was hard for the Japanese to not spill his plans for the day so soon, but he managed- barely- by drawing up the memory of Tora's suppressed fury of the night before. He shuddered at the image and hung his towel up to dry.
"It's something to do while you deal with your mail." Hwoarang gave Jin a quick kiss, looking positively cute beneath his dripping, tangled mop of hair. "Just don't take too long."
The Japanese watched as his lover stepped out naked as a jaybird into the hall. "I won't." Smiling to himself, he walked cautiously into his bedroom. He dealt with the bills first; apparently there'd been a mistake last month and he'd been overcharged. Well. At least there's some good news. The letter, however- "Nooo," he groaned. It was no mere letter, it was a request from the university he attended to make an advising appointment.
"What's wrong?" Hwoarang called from the kitchen.
"It seems like they're trying to rush classes into starting again already," Jin replied sourly, crumpling both paper and envelope with a snort. "It's just a notice- they want me to give the counselors more work, apparently." He prayed to whatever gods- or demons- that were listening that he'd have enough time to secure Hwoarang's heart before the fall semester began...