Kiyoshi
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An arm around his waist; a low chuckle and sudden smile. Teeth that looked even brighter in the chilly night air.
"Got some explaining to do, Kamijou?"
"I'm sorry?" Hiroki asked thickly. He'd excused himself from Akihiko's presence in a hurry, only to be followed by the persistent Shiratori, who seemed to think he was drunk. Defeated and desperate not to be left alone with his moody thoughts, Hiroki had not bothered to correct him. The chances of me getting laid tonight are looking pretty good.
Not that they haven't always been pretty good, he thought grimly.
"Wasn't that your boyfriend?"
He turned to Shiratori so fast that he cricked his neck, only to see a completely unexpected expression on the handsome face—something cruel and amused. It was probably for the best, since Hiroki was too taken aback to see anything else... certainly not the dark corners of the alley they passed by, where a third pair of eyes looked silently on.
"I'd been watching the two of you for quite a while, you know. Call me proud, but... I'm good at recognizing the signs, even if you didn't so much as touch each other."
"He's not my boyfriend", Hiroki snapped as he rubbed his neck, his face already reddening in time to the cold swoop of his gut. "And it's none of your business, frankly."
"And yet you took my phone number..."
"He's not my boyfriend." His voice sounded steely to his own ears, lower and harder than usual. "There's nothing romantic between us whatsoever. Whatever impression you received from watching us, you were mistaken."
"...an usagi, too", Shiratori was muttering under his breath, almost meditatively now, his eyes narrow and hard. "I saw the ears and tail... Didn't know you had that sort of preference..."
Just as Hiroki had begun to deliberate whether or not it would be worth his while to sock the other man in the jaw and make a break for it—to hell with getting laid—another smile was flashed his way. "Come on, Kamijou, I'm just pulling your leg. No need to get all worked up. It was a joke, honest." The arm around his waist tightened briefly. "I'd only entered the bar a few minutes before going up to you. I'm not a creep."
Hiroki tried and failed to relax; his chest felt tight. "It's fine. Just—we're only friends, he and I. Let's get that out of the way."
"I know you are", said Shiratori, impassive now. "Let's talk about something else if it bothers you so much."
The other man nodded numbly, though the words they'd just exchanged had left a metal-edged aftertaste in his mouth and he wondered if he'd ever be able to look at Shiratori the same way. Joking or not, that was a low blow... And here I was thinking that you were a decent sort...
Since when did I start trusting in people's inherent goodness? Hiroki snorted to himself.
"I'm not actually drunk, you know", he said at last. "I hardly drank anything at all, so if you're worried about me not being able to make my way home, there's no need..."
Hazel eyes regarded him with some curiosity. "I smell alcohol on your breath, and... well, if you know anything about drinking you must know that there's a certain stage of inebriation when you insist that you're not drunk despite very obviously being stewed to the gills. Then again, if you're drunk, I don't suppose any of this is getting to you...?" Shiratori was looking straight ahead now, as though lost in thought, and Hiroki was surprised to see that his face had returned to its usual mild intelligence in entirety; there was no sign there of the man who'd taunted him minutes ago.
"I'm not drunk, Shiratori. I'm really not." Repeating things for you is beginning to get old.
"Call me Kiyoshi", Shiratori said offhandedly. "And drunk or not, would you like to come back to my place?"
I might see you differently now, but not differently enough to look past that pretty face. Just don't call me anything but Kamijou...
"Yeah, I think I'd like that."
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Hiroki did not so much as spare a second thought to their shoes when the two men kicked them off impatiently, strewing them across the genkan. Maybe I am just a little tipsy? Maybe he just didn't care to see Shiratori's apartment? Yeah, that sounds like the better explanation, he thought, hastily stuffing his gloves away before he was pushed up against the wall with the perfect proportions of gentleness and impatience and kissed.
"Can't this wait till we get to your bedroom?" he mumbled against the taller man's lips, absurdly thankful when he was met with a growl and a "no". Already hands were slipping beneath his coat, pushing it down his slim shoulders. "It's fun to do it in the entryway too, you know, Kamijou."
I'm sure. The touches on his body were those of either a veteran or a genius; either way, the night certainly seemed to be promising a great deal of "fun". Hiroki bit back a shudder as teeth descended on his earlobe and hissed, "We'll need to stop for lube—"
"No need to stop", Kiyoshi rasped against his cheek, his voice husky and somehow even more soothing than usual. "I'm always prepared. Don't worry about a thing..." A tongue ran up the side of Hiroki's neck, teasing out a sigh of satisfaction. "...except where to put your hands."
I'll hold you to that, then...
His shirt was undone slowly, wet kisses marking their way down every freshly exposed inch of skin until they reached his belt. Without stopping, without saying a word, Shiratori's nimble fingers undid his buckle and zipper, pulled Hiroki's jeans down until they pooled around his ankles, and slipped beneath the waistband of his briefs to brush against the hardness that raged there.
What— Hiroki struggled against the surge of pleasure that coursed through him at the contact and choked, "Shiratori, you don't have to—"
"It's Kiyoshi", the man murmured automatically as he tugged the briefs down with little ceremony and took the head of Hiroki's stiff cock in his mouth.
The heat was so sudden and exquisite that there was no holding back his startled moan; he slumped helplessly against the wall, an arm thrown across his face and a hand on the head that bobbed across his erection. He was being sucked off with unforeseen intensity—despite Shiratori's expert technique, it was too overwhelming, much too fast for him to enjoy.
"Shira—Kiyoshi-slow down—!"
Kiyoshi's only response was to hum softly around Hiroki's hard member; the smaller man felt his body stiffen, spasming with his oncoming release.
"Dammit, I—I can't, I—"
His words dissolved into a faint cry as he was enveloped in the spiraling embrace of a sudden orgasm, shuddering weakly as he spilled over into the wetness of Shiratori's mouth—once, twice, thrice, punctuated by his ragged gasping. In the time he took to recover his thoughts, the other man swallowed his mouthful of Hiroki's seed without so much as a blink and got to his feet.
I couldn't even warn him, it happened so fast... god dammit...
"I asked you to slow down!" Hiroki whispered angrily as his lips were claimed in another kiss. Their tongues slid against each other for the briefest of moments; he tasted Kiyoshi and tasted himself in their mingled saliva, and before he could pull away to fight for breath or words, Kiyoshi whispered back, "I know. But it's fine. You got off, didn't you?"
What happened to being an expert— "Well, yes, but..."
"Good." The lips left his face for a heartbeat, then grazed his cheek again. "Now you can go home in peace. Sleep well, Kamijou."
"Wait, what?" Hiroki asked blankly. "Weren't we about to..." To what? He caught himself just in time, cheeks burning.
"I just asked you if you'd like to come back to my place for a bit", said Shiratori. "It wasn't an invitation to spend the night—if I hadn't seen you with that friend of yours, it would have been, but with things as they are..."
"What're you talking about?" demanded Hiroki. So you were watching us...?
"I'm not blind, and certainly not stupid", the other man replied quietly. "I'm not particularly cruel, either, so let me offer you some well-intentioned advice. Stop sleeping around if your heart's already taken."
"It's none of your business whom I sleep with!" Hiroki snarled, his chest aflame again, his hands balled into fists. Shiratori shook his head slowly and sighed.
"I'm not gonna be one of them, though. I'm not messing with you; I never was. I'm just looking out for you. If you're too proud for concern offered by a sincere heart, you're going to have to leave."
"I'm leaving, then", snapped Hiroki. "God fucking dammit, I didn't sign up for this—I don't need your concern. I don't need anyone's shitty concern. Fuck me, right? Oh, that's right—you won't—"
"The door's right there, Kamijou..."
I should have just punched you when I felt like it. "I can see it, thank you very much. Bye, Shiratori."
"Yeah, bye", the man said nonchalantly. "And it's Kiyoshi."
The door swung shut behind Hiroki and he stormed away, still fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he pulled on his coat again. Talk about presumptuous, the bastard... "Concern"... Fuck concern and fuck anyone who thinks they can just waltz in and start dishing out advice...
"I'm not blind, and certainly not stupid", he'd said.
The burning in Hiroki's chest sputtered, as though met by a drizzle.
Is it really that obvious now? Obvious enough that he could see it in the space of a few minutes, but Akihiko never did... Not once, after years...
His footsteps felt all too loud in the emptying streets, his footfalls too heavy. "Fuck this", he mumbled. "I'm done." There was no point thinking about it now—he'd have to avoid Shiratori during class, of course, and it would be some time before he would recall the events of the night without turning a humiliated red—but it was over. Things had gone badly; it was time to sleep and forget.
Except...
"Stop sleeping around if your heart's already taken."
Where a livid fire had raged just moments ago, he now felt nothing but a sour, clammy cold. Oh god, it really is obvious to everyone but him...
How many of the men I've slept with knew?
His feet dragged against the sidewalk as he fished out his gloves with shivering fingers. I'm cold again... Pulling them haphazardly on as best he could, he thrust his hands back into his pockets and lowered his head against the icy breeze.
Why do I always end up like this, cold and alone? Is that the way I'm meant to be no matter what?
"Stop sleeping around..."
I might actually stop, he thought. It seems to be doing me more harm than good of late.
"If you're too proud for concern offered by a sincere heart..."
"Not just concern, Kiyoshi", Hiroki said dully. "I'm too proud for anything." Too proud to acknowledge my feelings when I stood a chance, too proud to express them now to the one person who can't see them... Too proud for your damned concern...
"It's a wonder my fucking pride hasn't gotten me killed by now", he murmured.
"Well, not yet", said a voice behind him. And just like that, his heart skipped several beats, then began to thud against his ribcage. "But it is awfully chilly out here, you know."
There was no mistaking it this time.
"It's you!" Hiroki said faintly. He could hear the emotion in his own voice only too well, hear the relief that flowed unabashedly in every syllable, and was quite sure that he no longer even cared. Quite weak with the weight of his sudden, overwhelming happiness—happiness that was already flooding him with warmth—he fought the urge to sink to the ground, tensing his unsteady knees.
"Before you ask me, no, I'm not following you", the alley cat laughed. Hiroki scowled, unable to bring himself to turn around just yet.
"I wasn't going to ask you that. No point if you've got just one answer for me."
"Maybe someday I'll have a different one." He sounded slightly apologetic to Hiroki's ears. "But for now, it's the same as ever, yes. Won't you turn around, Hiro-san?"
The warm but uncovered hand on his shoulder took him unawares and he turned to find the boy's smiling face not two inches from his own. Coloring up at the sudden proximity, much to his chagrin, he leaned away and muttered, "You're an idiot, alley cat."
He looks the same as ever... Except maybe a little older. He's growing up, this boy.
The smile only broadened. "I'm not an idiot, just stupid. But I'm also warm right now, and you're probably tired of walking around in the cold, so... Would you like to come back to my base?"
Second time I'm hearing that tonight, Hiroki thought, but I have a better feeling about this one for sure.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
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For some reason it tickles me greatly to imagine Hiroki as one of those archetypal yaoi men who're either loved or lusted after by every gay man in the vicinity (with the unfortunate exception of Akihiko, I suppose, though I did write an entire fic around my headcanon that he was not entirely oblivious to Hiroki's charms either). I dunno, it's just funny. I can't honestly say I blame those men either, he's gorg u_u