A present for Angel and his socks.
Takao never concentrates in lessons.
It's not that he doesn't care about what he's supposed to be learning, it's just...he gets distracted. By...certain things. Well, a certain thing, actually. Though, when he thinks about it, he -is- distracted by things. Things like two-tone hair, blue triangles and pale skin. But the thing as a whole that distracts him goes by the name of Kai Hiwatari.
Kai is a marvellous distraction, but he isn't very conducive to Takao's education. Not, of course, that's he's aware of that fact. As striking and beautiful as he looks, Kai is just a bit too bad-tempered and a bit too unapproachable for Takao to be able to tell him what he -really- thinks of him. As he watches him gazing at the textbook, Takao knows that Kai would most definitely object to the thoughts he thinks about him.
Thoughts like 'I wonder what kind of underwear he wears?'. Or maybe 'I wonder what he looks like when he's in the shower?'.
Sometimes Takao's imagination runs away with him, and instead of equations and formulae, his head is full of soft moans, seeking hands and compromising positions. Warm breath, warm skin, warm-
"Takao! Stop daydreaming and get on with your work!"
"Sorry..." Takao drags his focus back onto the sheet of sums before him, sighing. A few (probably wrong) answers later, his eyes drift away from his page and onto the person next to him.
Kai Hiwatari.
Takao watches the Russian's hand forming letters and numbers on the page, imagining that very hand on his shoulder, clenched, dragging him closer and-
"What do you want?" That voice...it sends shivers up and down Takao's spine. He shrugs, feigning boredom.
"Nothing..."
"Then stop staring at me like a moron and do something for a change."
"I can't." He gropes for an excuse. "I'm stuck."
"You would be, Kinomiya."
"We can't all be as smart as -you-, Kai."
"Hn."
And on that syllable, the conversation is over. Takao does one more sum and then gives up, staring at the clock above the board, eyes looking inwards again, looking to the room in his mind where he and Kai are lying together.
He can feel the pressure of Kai's body against his own, feel his lips, his fingers and his tongue. Slow kisses and lingering touches, whispered words and-
"Right! Pack up your stuff, you lot, and we'll go over those questions tomorrow! Make sure they're all done by then!" Chairs scrape and people chatter as Takao flings his book and textbook back into his bag, wishing that Kai would give him a hug. Instead, the Russian smirks.
"Well, we all know where you'll be tonight, Kinomiya." He remarks, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Funny, Kai. If you're so clever, why don't you come back to mine and-" Ravish me. "Do it for me?"
"I have better things to do with my time, Kinomiya. Like rip out my eyes with rusty pliers."
As Kai walks away, Takao is treated to an unparalleled view of his backside, which he watches with eagerness until a pair of giggling idiots get in the way. Still, the image stays with him, emblazoned in his mind.
Some day, he promises himself, some day he -will- tell Kai what he thinks of him. But for now, he's content to imagine.
Fin
R&R please!