Ordinary World pt. 9

Light Bulbs and Bacon

58/T+

It'd only taken a moment's lack of concentration or, more accurately, wandering attention, which really wasn't his fault in the least, he couldn't be expected to focus on the single burnt out light bulb in the kitchen when Gojyo was wandering around the house in a worn woolen sweater and not much else. It wasn't that his lover was walking around the house in his skivvies that caught his attention, although that certainly didn't hurt matters; it was that he was wearing his worn sweater, the one that gaped at the neck from over use while he scratched his stomach absently, the warm honeyed swath of skin disappearing and reappearing like a mirage as long fingers moved the cloth up and down.

Seriously, how was he supposed to concentrate on things like light bulbs and gravity when he looked so absolutely fuckable like that? Hair pulled up in a loose pony-tail, still sleep mused and face lightly lined from the sheet creases, a hand over his mouth as he yawned, looking around in vain for the fresh pot of coffee Hakkai had just taken off the stove not five minutes before; really, what man could resist tracking the lean figure across the kitchen?

In hindsight, he probably should have climbed down from the chair first.

The clattering legs of the wooden chair should have given him enough warning to jump off, or pocket the light bulb in his apron and reach out to steady himself or something else half ways intelligent at least. Unfortunately he wasn't the sharpest tack in the mornings pre-coffee and today wasn't an exception to that rule it seemed.

Falling hadn't hurt as much as he thought it would. Actually, except for stinging palms and a slightly bruised back side he didn't seem to be hurt in the least.

"Ow. Man you need to lay off those late night cookie binges. Don't think I don't know about your secret stash behind the spaghetti noodles either, Hakkai." Gojyo grumbled from between his legs.

Glancing down he realized the reason he wasn't more seriously injured was because Gojyo had, without his noticing, somehow managed to semi-catch him mid fall. Now they were tangled up in each other, his left leg over Gojyo's right shoulder, Gojyo's left elbow propped up on his right hip, his chin laying against Hakkai's inner thigh, which was just fine by Hakkai.

Pushing himself up on his hands, which still stung like all get out, mind you, he couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. Gojyo could lead him to distraction at the best of times, but right now with his mouth breathing hotly against his jean's zipper, the only thing that popped into his head was not the pleasant thank you that should be on his lips, but a most delectable image of a morning blow job.

Something of his thoughts must have been conveyed in his features, which was becoming more likely the longer they were together because Gojyo suddenly leered up at him, a moist tongue darting out between slightly parted lips to lick up the length of the white-blue denim.

"You're kidding, right?" Hakkai asked skeptically, a hint of nervousness and excitement coloring his words.

"Hey man, it's your idea; I'm just following through with it." was Gojyo's cocky reply as he scooted forward enough to grip the cool metal in his teeth.

"Well then, who am I to contradict myself?" Hakkai chuckled, leaning back on his forearms to better enjoy the sight and feel of his lover.

"And what did we say about sex in the kitchen again?" A loud voice boomed from behind them.

Gojyo stopped mid-tug and glanced up at Jien standing cross armed in the doorway with a guilty look on his face while Hakkai dropped his head back to rest on the floor, the upside down image of his very exasperated brother-in-law making him smile ruefully.

"Good Morning, Jien." He stated politely.

"Yeah right, good morning. All I wanted this morning was some coffee, the paper and maybe a slice of toast, but what I get is you two idiots forgetting that you have a bedroom for a reason. Technically two since the spare is still set-up from when you first moved in, Hakkai and though I kinda expect this shit from my idiot brother, I'm disappointed to find out he's dragged you down to his level."

"Hey!" Gojyo sputtered indignantly.

"Now, now, Gojyo, it's alright. Actually this time I was the one to 'drag him down', so to speak that is." He waved at the toppled chair and grimaced. "I seem to be a bit clumsy today."

"Uh huh, and that's why he's practically got his tongue in your pants? On the kitchen floor at that?!" Please, just do me a favor and wait to do that shit until after I move out next week, okay?" he pleaded, heading over to the sink and grabbing a mug out of the drying rack.

"Fine, kill joy." Gojyo grumbled under his breath, suddenly finding the grout on the floor exceedingly interesting when Jien threw him a dark scowl for the comment.

"Ah hah, now, now, I'm sure that we can find some middle ground here after I get the bulb fixed. Help me up, won't you, Gojyo?" Hakkai placated, hands outstretched towards the frustrated red-head.

Gojyo flashed him a tender smile and pulled him to his feet, not letting go until Hakkai was nestled against his chest, wrapped up in his arms, his warm lips captured in a scorching kiss that promised more to come when they were finally alone.

"Dear God," Jien moaned, "One more week, that's all I ask, please, just six more days and then you two can fuck on the counter for all I care, just wait until I'm out of here, won't you?!" shaking his head he made a grand show of covering his eyes and stumbling towards the door like he'd been struck blind.

"Hey! That's not a bad idea, what do you think, 'Kai?" Gojyo called out excitedly, yelping when Hakkai whacked him lightly upside the head and crawled back on top of the chair and table, a single light bulb in his hand and a smile on his lips.

Fin.