Study Habits
Title: Study Habits
Pairing: Koyama/Tegoshi
Rating: Hard R
Words: 1,568
Summary: Koyama gets a new study partner, sort of.
Notes: Absolutely no plot. Whatsoever. This is all completely for bananyphophany without whom my life would be incomplete. XD AND I SWEAR TEGO DOES NOT TOP. Thanks to imifumei for beta. *loves* Kudos to any of my friends who actually read this much unloved pairing. XD
The first time the slender young man slid into the seat next to him with a smile before opening his books and studying quietly, Koyama just smiled back and got back to work. The second time, he blinked at the young man a few times and watched him organize himself, pushing fashionable silver wire-rimmed glasses up the narrow bridge of his nose with delicate fingers, before turning back to his own work with a shrug. After that, he just sort of came to accept this stranger as his pseudo study partner even though they never spoke.
So a few weeks later, when he hears a soft, “Excuse me,” he’s confused for several heartbeats before realizing that his mysterious study partner is trying to get his attention and he looks over to see a wide, charming smile and blinks.
“Yes?” He smiles a little because it’s infectious.
“I’m Tegoshi Yuya.”
It’s a bit late, Koyama thinks, but that’s ok. “Koyama Keiichiro.”
“What year are you?” the young man whispers.
“Fourth. You?”
“Second,” he replied, smiling wider. “I’m a psychology major. And you’re studying… history?”
Koyama nodded.
“Do you want to go for coffee after you’re done studying?”
“O… Okay.”
Koyama came to accept their near-daily coffee shop conversations, too. The boy was charming and intelligent and loved to talk. Koyama was never quite sure why he was always more than willing to give up precious study time to listen to the sophomore bubble over with enthusiasm, but maybe that was just it.
It wasn’t long before Koyama was holding his own; comfortable enough with the younger man to tease him and be teased, sling an arm around his shoulders and feel an arm snake around his lower back.
One night, they were walking home just like this, almost at Tegoshi’s door, Koyama’s high giggles playing counterpoint to Tegoshi’s low laugh, when Tegoshi leaned a little harder into Koyama. Koyama thought he’d tripped and tried to stand him up properly but Tegoshi looked up at him with a sly smirk.
“Hey, Koyama. I’m full, I have a place to stay… there’s just one thing missing.”
“…A bath?” Koyama asked, confused.
The smirk turned into a dirty grin and he shook his head. “Sex.”
“… Did you just… hit on me using Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs?”
Tegoshi doubled over in laughter. “That’s why I like you,” he said between giggles.
Koyama watched him blankly, trying to slow his own steadily increasing heartbeat, as he unlocked his door and turned back to flash Koyama a disarming smile.
“Maybe next time,” Tegoshi said teasingly, and Koyama did his best to keep his face from falling.
By ‘maybe,’ he must have meant ‘definitely,’ though, because Tegoshi took him straight home from the library the next time.
“I bought a new tea the other day and you should definitely try it.”
Koyama kind of squinted at him, but saw nothing but innocence behind his statement. He finally admitted to himself that he’d been hoping Tegoshi hadn’t been joking and that he was actually disappointed. And that lasted until Koyama sat on the couch and Tegoshi came back from setting water to boil to straddle Koyama’s lap and kiss him breathless until the kettle whistled shrilly.
Koyama, in his sexed haze, tried to keep Tegoshi pressed close up against him, not comprehending the noise, but the younger man was lithe and slipped away, laughing, to turn the stove off. Koyama sat blinking for several moments wondering what the hell had just happened. He heard clinking in the kitchen and had just made up his mind to stand when Tegoshi came back out with a tray and went about setting out their glasses calmly, not even looking at Koyama but wearing a soft smile the whole time.
Koyama watched him in stunned silence until Tegoshi reached for the teapot to pour and he snapped, hand shooting out to grab Tegoshi’s wrist and pull him back onto his lap to kiss him. He shouldn’t have been surprised by Tegoshi’s teasing; tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip before turning away to attach his teeth to Koyama’s earlobe, neck, nipple through his shirt, before settling on the floor between Koyama’s knees, undoing his pants, and greedily taking his cock into his mouth, but never for long before pulling back and licking delicately at it while Koyama made whimpering noises in the back of his throat.
Koyama was a patient man. He really was. But when Tegoshi pulled back and leaned his cheek against the head of Koyama’s dick to look up at Koyama with wide eyes and tell him breathlessly, “pull my hair,” the last of his patience was justifiably exhausted and he hauled Tegoshi up onto the couch and laid him out under him, nimble fingers divesting each other of their clothes and moving together until they were sweaty, panting, and sated, sprawled across each other and half off the couch.
And just like that, he came to accept that aspect of their relationship, too, just as easily as the others - Tegoshi would come find him in the library and sit quietly next to him while they studied, they’d go to the coffee shop and talk for a little while, and then Koyama would walk Tegoshi home and be invited in. Sometimes they skipped the coffee.
He supposed he should have expected this newest development. Tegoshi was energy incarnate. He was quiet when he sat next to Koyama but he was always moving - tapping his foot, drumming fingers against his thigh - nothing obnoxious, but sitting still was just something Tegoshi never did well. And now that Koyama represented another outlet for this pent-up energy, it was only a matter of time, really.
Tegoshi had been tapping his fingers against his own thigh for the better part of an hour, Koyama could feel the slight movement through Tegoshi’s elbow on the desk where his own arm rested and just barely registered it. Suddenly, those fingers were on Koyama’s knee. A shudder ran through him at the touch; light fingertips running up the tight fabric over the thigh of his jeans.
“Tegoshi-kun?” His voice was breathy - he couldn’t help it.
Tegoshi looked up at him coyly through long lashes framed by delicate wire, lips curving up just barely at the edges.
Koyama was suddenly standing, pushing his chair back with his legs and striding up the stairs to the second floor, not having to check to see if Tegoshi was behind him because he just knew that he was. He came to the closed study rooms, barely big enough for one person to sit and study in private, and with a long, thin window from about waist-high up to discourage anything… extra-curricular from happening. Not that that mattered.
He stopped in front of one and opened the door, waiting for Tegoshi to step through. And when he did, he followed and shut the door, both hands behind him on the knob and he leaned back against the door, covering the window with his back.
Maybe microseconds had passed, certainly not whole seconds, since he’d shut the door, and Tegoshi had already undone his belt buckle and unzipped his pants to reach in with small, slim fingers and wrap them around his half-hard cock. He bit back a moan.
A matter of moments and he was fully hard and cradled in Tegoshi’s hot, silken mouth and he let go of the knob with one hand to tangle in Tegoshi’s short hair and it was all he could do to keep his hips from moving.
“Fuck. Tegoshi. Do you think of nothing but wrapping your lips around the next hard cock?” he asked with a breathless giggle interrupted by a moan.
Tegoshi looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, lips curling deviously up around him, and Koyama could see the heat in his eyes as he felt the boy open his throat wider and take him all the way in. He almost screamed.
Not long after, Tegoshi stood, not even waiting for Koyama to tuck himself away, and reached behind Koyama for the doorknob and he let himself be moved enough to let the younger man out. A few minutes later, after he’d slowed his breathing, he followed. Tegoshi’s things were already gone and he didn’t even think, just gathered his own things and went to Tegoshi’s. He wasn’t surprised to find him sprawled out naked on his bed wearing nothing but those damn glasses, pale skin looking delicate against dark sheets he’d bought for that purpose no doubt, and two fingers deep already. His throat went dry. Then he was replacing Tegoshi’s fingers with his own and he smirked when Tegoshi actually did scream a few minutes later, Koyama’s name mixed in somewhere and drawn out across something like a musical scale.
There was a certain consistency to be expected from Tegoshi, he’d decided. Koyama didn’t need to be a psych major to figure him out, and while on a superficial level one never quite knew what he would do next, he always knew the general direction. So even though their relationship had been just one acceptance of a habit added to another, there was always just that tiny sense of being on the edge that kept it from ever getting old. Which was fine by him. He figured he’d somehow managed to get the best of both worlds.
Pairing: Koyama/Tegoshi
Rating: Hard R
Words: 1,568
Summary: Koyama gets a new study partner, sort of.
Notes: Absolutely no plot. Whatsoever. This is all completely for bananyphophany without whom my life would be incomplete. XD AND I SWEAR TEGO DOES NOT TOP. Thanks to imifumei for beta. *loves* Kudos to any of my friends who actually read this much unloved pairing. XD
The first time the slender young man slid into the seat next to him with a smile before opening his books and studying quietly, Koyama just smiled back and got back to work. The second time, he blinked at the young man a few times and watched him organize himself, pushing fashionable silver wire-rimmed glasses up the narrow bridge of his nose with delicate fingers, before turning back to his own work with a shrug. After that, he just sort of came to accept this stranger as his pseudo study partner even though they never spoke.
So a few weeks later, when he hears a soft, “Excuse me,” he’s confused for several heartbeats before realizing that his mysterious study partner is trying to get his attention and he looks over to see a wide, charming smile and blinks.
“Yes?” He smiles a little because it’s infectious.
“I’m Tegoshi Yuya.”
It’s a bit late, Koyama thinks, but that’s ok. “Koyama Keiichiro.”
“What year are you?” the young man whispers.
“Fourth. You?”
“Second,” he replied, smiling wider. “I’m a psychology major. And you’re studying… history?”
Koyama nodded.
“Do you want to go for coffee after you’re done studying?”
“O… Okay.”
Koyama came to accept their near-daily coffee shop conversations, too. The boy was charming and intelligent and loved to talk. Koyama was never quite sure why he was always more than willing to give up precious study time to listen to the sophomore bubble over with enthusiasm, but maybe that was just it.
It wasn’t long before Koyama was holding his own; comfortable enough with the younger man to tease him and be teased, sling an arm around his shoulders and feel an arm snake around his lower back.
One night, they were walking home just like this, almost at Tegoshi’s door, Koyama’s high giggles playing counterpoint to Tegoshi’s low laugh, when Tegoshi leaned a little harder into Koyama. Koyama thought he’d tripped and tried to stand him up properly but Tegoshi looked up at him with a sly smirk.
“Hey, Koyama. I’m full, I have a place to stay… there’s just one thing missing.”
“…A bath?” Koyama asked, confused.
The smirk turned into a dirty grin and he shook his head. “Sex.”
“… Did you just… hit on me using Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs?”
Tegoshi doubled over in laughter. “That’s why I like you,” he said between giggles.
Koyama watched him blankly, trying to slow his own steadily increasing heartbeat, as he unlocked his door and turned back to flash Koyama a disarming smile.
“Maybe next time,” Tegoshi said teasingly, and Koyama did his best to keep his face from falling.
By ‘maybe,’ he must have meant ‘definitely,’ though, because Tegoshi took him straight home from the library the next time.
“I bought a new tea the other day and you should definitely try it.”
Koyama kind of squinted at him, but saw nothing but innocence behind his statement. He finally admitted to himself that he’d been hoping Tegoshi hadn’t been joking and that he was actually disappointed. And that lasted until Koyama sat on the couch and Tegoshi came back from setting water to boil to straddle Koyama’s lap and kiss him breathless until the kettle whistled shrilly.
Koyama, in his sexed haze, tried to keep Tegoshi pressed close up against him, not comprehending the noise, but the younger man was lithe and slipped away, laughing, to turn the stove off. Koyama sat blinking for several moments wondering what the hell had just happened. He heard clinking in the kitchen and had just made up his mind to stand when Tegoshi came back out with a tray and went about setting out their glasses calmly, not even looking at Koyama but wearing a soft smile the whole time.
Koyama watched him in stunned silence until Tegoshi reached for the teapot to pour and he snapped, hand shooting out to grab Tegoshi’s wrist and pull him back onto his lap to kiss him. He shouldn’t have been surprised by Tegoshi’s teasing; tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip before turning away to attach his teeth to Koyama’s earlobe, neck, nipple through his shirt, before settling on the floor between Koyama’s knees, undoing his pants, and greedily taking his cock into his mouth, but never for long before pulling back and licking delicately at it while Koyama made whimpering noises in the back of his throat.
Koyama was a patient man. He really was. But when Tegoshi pulled back and leaned his cheek against the head of Koyama’s dick to look up at Koyama with wide eyes and tell him breathlessly, “pull my hair,” the last of his patience was justifiably exhausted and he hauled Tegoshi up onto the couch and laid him out under him, nimble fingers divesting each other of their clothes and moving together until they were sweaty, panting, and sated, sprawled across each other and half off the couch.
And just like that, he came to accept that aspect of their relationship, too, just as easily as the others - Tegoshi would come find him in the library and sit quietly next to him while they studied, they’d go to the coffee shop and talk for a little while, and then Koyama would walk Tegoshi home and be invited in. Sometimes they skipped the coffee.
He supposed he should have expected this newest development. Tegoshi was energy incarnate. He was quiet when he sat next to Koyama but he was always moving - tapping his foot, drumming fingers against his thigh - nothing obnoxious, but sitting still was just something Tegoshi never did well. And now that Koyama represented another outlet for this pent-up energy, it was only a matter of time, really.
Tegoshi had been tapping his fingers against his own thigh for the better part of an hour, Koyama could feel the slight movement through Tegoshi’s elbow on the desk where his own arm rested and just barely registered it. Suddenly, those fingers were on Koyama’s knee. A shudder ran through him at the touch; light fingertips running up the tight fabric over the thigh of his jeans.
“Tegoshi-kun?” His voice was breathy - he couldn’t help it.
Tegoshi looked up at him coyly through long lashes framed by delicate wire, lips curving up just barely at the edges.
Koyama was suddenly standing, pushing his chair back with his legs and striding up the stairs to the second floor, not having to check to see if Tegoshi was behind him because he just knew that he was. He came to the closed study rooms, barely big enough for one person to sit and study in private, and with a long, thin window from about waist-high up to discourage anything… extra-curricular from happening. Not that that mattered.
He stopped in front of one and opened the door, waiting for Tegoshi to step through. And when he did, he followed and shut the door, both hands behind him on the knob and he leaned back against the door, covering the window with his back.
Maybe microseconds had passed, certainly not whole seconds, since he’d shut the door, and Tegoshi had already undone his belt buckle and unzipped his pants to reach in with small, slim fingers and wrap them around his half-hard cock. He bit back a moan.
A matter of moments and he was fully hard and cradled in Tegoshi’s hot, silken mouth and he let go of the knob with one hand to tangle in Tegoshi’s short hair and it was all he could do to keep his hips from moving.
“Fuck. Tegoshi. Do you think of nothing but wrapping your lips around the next hard cock?” he asked with a breathless giggle interrupted by a moan.
Tegoshi looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, lips curling deviously up around him, and Koyama could see the heat in his eyes as he felt the boy open his throat wider and take him all the way in. He almost screamed.
Not long after, Tegoshi stood, not even waiting for Koyama to tuck himself away, and reached behind Koyama for the doorknob and he let himself be moved enough to let the younger man out. A few minutes later, after he’d slowed his breathing, he followed. Tegoshi’s things were already gone and he didn’t even think, just gathered his own things and went to Tegoshi’s. He wasn’t surprised to find him sprawled out naked on his bed wearing nothing but those damn glasses, pale skin looking delicate against dark sheets he’d bought for that purpose no doubt, and two fingers deep already. His throat went dry. Then he was replacing Tegoshi’s fingers with his own and he smirked when Tegoshi actually did scream a few minutes later, Koyama’s name mixed in somewhere and drawn out across something like a musical scale.
There was a certain consistency to be expected from Tegoshi, he’d decided. Koyama didn’t need to be a psych major to figure him out, and while on a superficial level one never quite knew what he would do next, he always knew the general direction. So even though their relationship had been just one acceptance of a habit added to another, there was always just that tiny sense of being on the edge that kept it from ever getting old. Which was fine by him. He figured he’d somehow managed to get the best of both worlds.