Kitchen Play

By Yukitsu

Standard Disclaimers Apply

Notes: Written for LMC's request in the Kink Meme over at LJ.

When Azusa enrolled into Nishiura, he hadn't really expected to get hitched with a puppy. A small, hyperactive, enthusiastic puppy at that. But the fact remained that every Thursday, when his mother was not home, his sisters were in music school, and his father was where fathers usually were, the puppy followed him home.

"Hanaiii" the said puppy chirped in his very Tajima way, pouncing on him from behind. "What are you cooking?"

"… Curry," Azusa answered, shrugging Tajima off with the ease of one who had people pounce on him every day. Or just one person. Either way, Tajima lent for a lot of practice.

"Great! Don't forget extra spices, 'kay?"

"I'm not cooking this for you, you know," the taller boy pointed out even though the food was for his guest (and sometimes boyfriend). It just made him feel better to deny it (and that).

"And extra onions!"

"Are you listening to me?" He didn't really expect an answer to that.

Tajima pointed at the pot. "Hanaiii, the curry will burn if you don't stir it properly!"

"Iam stirring it properly," Azusa answered with great patience. "Tajima, will you get your arms off me already? I'm sweaty and still have to change clothes. That's gross."

For once, Tajima let him go immediately. "You should change clothes, then. I'll stir."

Tajima, he amended, also had some spot of brain on him. After all, if the cleanup hitter could understand Nishiura's quirky pitcher, then he must be able to use that same sensitivity for everyone else? He took the apron off and left it on the counter, thanking Tajima as he handed him the ladle and made his way to his room.

He had just pulled off his shirt and was in the middle of pulling on his shorts when Tajima yelled from downstairs. Azusa automatically jumped at the sound and, in his haste to get to the door, tripped over his pants. Elbow stinging and possibly his pants ripped, he ignored it in favor of rushing downstairs and—

"Tajima, what happened?" he spluttered, staring at the mess that was his mother's stove. The curry was no longer inside the pot as it was supposed to be, but had somehow splattered everywhere outside of it. He felt an eyebrow twitch when a chunk of potato slid down the side of the counter.

"It exploded," was the answer. Tajima looked about as baffled as he was, though that quickly changed to excitement as the smaller boy poked around the remains of the curry, inspecting it to find out why it had gone off like that. "Do you think it's an alien conspiracy and they're putting explosives in curry, now?"

"What? No way." He picked up the apron he left on the other counter and slipped it on, vaguely noting that it was scratchy against his skin but pushing the thought at the back of his mind. The mess needed to be cleaned up before his mother got home, or else he and Tajima were going to be doomed for life and not even Momokan would be able to save them. "Help me, will you? Hurry up before it makes a bigger mess."

Surprisingly, they both of them managed to clean the kitchen back to its normal, pristine condition in just a little under half an hour. He supposed Tajima's quick reflexes helped this time, although there really was nothing they could do about the smell. He'll just have to air the kitchen out some.

"There goes dinner," he said ruefully. "I'll just take a shower to get the curry off me, and then let's go to the convenience store. I'll pay."

Azusa liked eating curry, but he didn't like it on him. He had been wearing the apron, but he still got some on his knees and arms, and his elbow stung from his crash earlier. He also smelled a little like curry, though he supposed a good soaping would take care of that. These were his thoughts as he made his way back up, Tajima on his heels.

In retrospect, Azusa should really have known that keeping his guard down while Tajima was around was nothing short of asking to be pounced on. Or molested, either way. He realized this as the smaller boy hustled him into the bathroom and practically shoved him in the shower stall.

"Tajima!" Azusa screeched as the cold water hit his back, "The hell are you doing?!"

"You were walking slow. I'm dirty, too, so let me shower with you!"

If Azusa hadn't been used to Tajima by now, he would have believed him and left it at that. The grin, however, as well as the fingers splayed across his stomach told him that they wouldn't be getting anything to eat for a while yet. Was that why Tajima had been so fast with cleaning the kitchen?

"You're getting wet," he pointed out darkly, ushering Tajima out the stall and getting in the way of the spray more because he was considerate like that (though the truth was, he had a lot of trouble getting any of his clothes to fit Tajima short of borrowing stuff from his sisters, and he didn't want to go through Tajima walking around half naked in his room ever againwhen they were supposed to be studying). Tajima pouted but conceded, and once the imp was out, Azusa turned to tug the apron off.

"You," he muttered as naked arms snaked around his middle, just before he could pull it off entirely, "are too damn fast for a human being."

"But you were almost naked the whole time in the kitchen!" Azusa was glad they weren't facing each other; he fancied he saw his blush reflected on the tiles in front of him.

"You notice these things way too much, Tajima."

"I do not. You were almost naked!" One hand up his torso, rubbing at his chest through the rough fabric, another hand back to its place on his stomach, Tajima's palm warm on his skin.

"You're the naked one between us." The hand from his stomach slipped lower to the edge of his shorts, the other one slipping under cloth to rub at a nipple with deft fingers. The water was warming up, too. "Tajima, we still need to eat and study, you know."

"Okay." He didn't really have to worry – they were usually fast with this because they were used to stealing moments between practice and school and everything else. Still, Tajima was known for getting carried away.

Azusa hissed when Tajima slipped his hand down the taller boy's shorts and wrapped around his half-hard erection, the water sliding down his skin that was suddenly too warm. Something bumped against the back of his thigh and, on instinct, he turned around and pulled Tajima towards him as he leaned himself against the tiled wall.

And that damn apron was still on him. He plucked it off his chest and over his head, letting it drop to the floor and shivering as the air hit his skin. Tajima's hand was still there.

"Did you make the curry explode on purpose?" he murmured as he bent his leg a little and pulled Tajima flush to his body, Tajima's own erection rubbing against his thigh. His teammate had leaned his forehead on Azusa's chest, small, warm puffs of breath tickling him. Azusa reached down to wrap his own hand around Tajima's cock and was rewarded with a hiss and a gasp.

"No-no way. It just went off on its own."

"Oh. Right."

They stop talking at that point, concentrating on the sensation of each other's hands and listening to each other's breaths under the pitter-patter of water. They weren't very experienced, but it was enough to be mind blowing and it was enough to push them towards the edge.

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"I figure," Azusa speaks up later on as they're wolfing down their second batch of instant ramen, "maybe we should study in the library instead of at home. Or at school. We don't get that much done at home."

Tajima pauses shoveling noodles into his mouth to look at him, eyebrows raised in some sort of mild awe. "You mean sex in public? Sounds awesome!"

Azusa paused, shook his head. "Never mind."

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9:01PM 01/16/2008