AN: For Chelsea, who is infinitely more clever than I will ever hope to be and also who inspired me to write this... strange drabble XD hope you like it dearie~
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Living with Rikuo is something Kazahaya believes should be recognized and awarded for. At first it was putting up with his ridiculous laziness, then it was dealing with his constant teasing and taunts, but now it's something completely different, something Kazahaya wasn't sure how to handle.
Kazahaya... was attracted to his roommate. Oh, the horror! Kazahaya cried himself to sleep the night he finally admitted it to himself. And the desires that came with having a crush on an egotistical, arrogant, man was difficult to conceal.
Kazahaya would openly stare at Rikuo, unaware that there was something called decency and when to use it. His naïve brain couldn't comprehend why he found Rikuo attractive, just that he was. Rikuo was gorgeous, and Kazahaya hated himself for thinking so.
Had Rikuo found out Kazahaya's secret fawning? Probably not, the empath liked to guess. Rikuo was still his cold, hard self. Although he had been giving the blondish boy a few strange looks of his own, unexplained touches and some escaped, genuine smiles. Kazahaya didn't know what to make of these new traits of Rikuo, and he wasn't sure how to go about asking.
This went on for months, before one fateful incident, on a sweltering hot day in August, when Kazahaya was sure (this time) that Rikuo's "teasing" was to capture his attention... he wasn't sure why else Rikuo would stick his finger in his mouth.
Let's rewind.
Kazahaya was sitting on the couch peeling potatoes for dinner. He was avoiding the kitchen for now because the stove was on and just adding to the unbearable heat. Rikuo was in said kitchen, making home made gravy (or so Kazahaya assumed). Kazahaya was on his fourth potato when it happened.
Rikuo came into the living room wiping his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face, and using his other hand to lift the hem of his shirt up to wipe his sweat drenched face. Kazahaya had froze mid peel, knife still halfway stuck into the vegetable, eyes glued to his roommate's exposed wet stomach.
Kazahaya also self-loathingly admitted another thing to himself; he had an obsession with Rikuo's body. Sometimes he would walk in the apartment to find Rikuo working out on the floor, sit ups, push ups, squats, whatever, and he would turn around and run back out the door and anywhere, as long as he didn't pass by Rikuo.
Because Kazahaya loved Rikuo's muscles. He loved the way they would contort and flex when he moved, and he loved how hard they looked. Kazahaya loved that Rikuo looked healthy and fit and very well taken care of... it was enough to make him self-conscious about his own physical appearance. And again, he didn't know what to do about this sudden interest. So on all occasions, he would avoid the situation as best he could, which usually ends up with Kazahaya bolting.
But he couldn't run now, Rikuo was right in front of him and- oh my God, he's taking his shirt off.
Kazahaya's jaw dropped, openly staring as he always does, as the damp shirt was lifted over Rikuo's upper body and tossed across the apartment like it was something that offended him.
Rikuo muttered something about the heat and how much he hated it and proceeded to plop down right next to Kazahaya, leaning back and sprawling his legs out wide, arms coming down over the top of the couch, one landing behind Kazahaya.
Kazahaya gawked, swallowing spit he could feel pooling in his mouth. Luckily Rikuo had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see Kazahaya watching him like a hungry animal.
When Rikuo did eventually open his eyes, his gaze fell right on Kazahaya. He smirked lazily.
"Like what you see?" He made a gesture with his hands and a nod of his head that made it obvious what he was talking about.
Kazahaya, of course, blubbered about "absolutely not!" and, turning scarlet, whipped his head around to continue peeling with a vengeance, when his over eager hand pulled the knife down too quickly and sliced right into one of his fingers.
Kazahaya screeched in alarm at the sharp pain, dropping the knife and holding his hand out, watching the blood pool quickly.
Rikuo's eyes widened, sitting up as he saw what Kazahaya had done to himself.
"Geez, Kazahaya," Rikuo exclaimed, taking Kazahaya's wrist in his hand and, without warning, singling out the bloody finger and sucking it into his mouth.
The room went dead silent in that moment, unless you could hear Kazahaya's heart, which was pounding against his rib cage at intense intervals. Seconds passed and Rikuo was still swirling his tongue around Kazahaya's finger, and all the empath could think about was how unbelievably erotic this whole situation had become.
"That's what I get for trusting you with a knife..." Rikuo mumbled as he finally pulled Kazahaya's soaked- in saliva- finger from his mouth, examining the cut.
Kazahaya couldn't stop it even if he tried, even if he knew what was even coming out of his mouth. When Rikuo slowly pulled that digit out, tongue giving one last drag, and his eyes opening, Kazahaya moaned.
It was light, breathy, but loud enough in the silence for both boys to hear it.
Rikuo's eyes shot up, meeting Kazahaya's gaze with the utmost surprise and curiosity.
And now a little smug.
Kazahaya yanked his hand back, smaking it over his mouth, aware that the damage was done and there was no way of hiding his red face or... oh God... that tent in his lap.
Kazahaya moved strategically then, pulling his hand away from his mouth to quickly lay that arm in his lap to conceal the bulge, but noticing Rikuo's eyes begin to roam down, Kazahaya thought of another plan.
He brought the half peeled, raw potato he had been peeling in the other hand, up to his mouth, and took a giant bite out of it.
Kazahaya almost gagged instantly. The texture was like a hard apple, but the taste- eugh- Kazahaya forced himself to chew, focusing on the disgusting flavors hitting his tongue, and willing his erection to go away.
It worked in terms of Rikuo getting distracted as well.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Rikuo put his hands up like he was gonna yank the potato out of Kazahaya's hand but was eluded, as Kazahaya half turned, curling down slightly and shoving more of the raw spud into his mouth, chewing viciously.
The boys would later reminisce if it would have better to just let the consequences of their actions play out, rather than Rikuo refusing to nurse over a sick Kazahaya, who got docked a pay day, the following evening.