9. Figuring
(Procrastination)
Word Count: 554
For Becky, who loves sex in strange places.
It was really hard for Hakkai to concentrate on his calculator when Gojyo was behind him, all but making out with his back. It wasn't exactly a habit to do the monthly finances immediately after coming out of the bath, but the books had been out, and they'd been putting it off for too long as it was; a convenience was more like it. It also wasn't a habit to do bookkeeping wearing only a towel, but again, things weren't exactly going according to ritual at the moment.
"Five over eight is --"
Gojyo kissed his jaw line, and then whispered in his ear, "It's eight over five, man. Concentrate harder." Hakkai ground his teeth, which only caused the redhead to snicker in triumph and continue abusing the area around his neck and shoulder. It was cold in the house -- snowing outside, actually -- but Hakkai couldn't feel it; Gojyo was too close for any cold to penetrate through.
"Alright, eight over five, eight divided by...five..."
Long fingers started tracing down his stomach, lower, to the towel around his waist and still clinging to his damp thighs and calves. Gojyo's hands ran over the towel, then traced up the side, finding the seam where it overlapped. He started to peel it away from Hakkai's skin, but the brunette angrily crossed his legs, pinning the material to them, and pushed one hand, frustrated, into his hair.
"Eight divided by five, which is 1.6, which is the sum total of our -- our --"
Having been denied access from the bottom half, Gojyo proceeded to attack from the waist, slipping two fingers under the material and trying to work out the tightness of it. Hakkai angrily scooted his stool back, ramming into his lover's knees, and then slid it back close to the table. "Fuck, that hurt," Gojyo said, rubbing his knee. Hakkai rolled his eyes and punched in a few numbers on the calculator.
"Twenty percent of which goes into groceries, fifty percent of which goes to the heating and water, leaving seventy left for other...expenses..."
Direct attempts thwarted, Gojyo had returned to kissing Hakkai's back, trailing up and down his spine. As if the cold weren't enough, the brunette was now shivering all over the place, and his unsteady hand was making his normally neat handwriting a scrawl over the ledgers. Sensing his advantage, Gojyo wrapped an arm around Hakkai's waist and leaned over his shoulder, where he started attacking his lover's left ear. He played with the limiters there, and Hakkai shuddered, unable to resist, leaning back against Gojyo.
"We need to get these bills paid," he said faintly, eyes closing as Gojyo's hand probed elsewhere than his waist.
"We're snowed in," the redhead replied, using his free hand to grab Hakkai's chin and angle it for easier access to his mouth. "We're just made of time."
And, because Gojyo was Gojyo, it didn't take much more convincing than that to get Hakkai to go along with him. Soon the books, spread out in an organized pattern on the table, were missing papers, jumbled, crowded together, because Gojyo was too impatient to bother dragging Hakkai into the bedroom. The brunette just took the spiral rings digging into his back as a constant reminder of the figuring that still needed doing.