[ficlet] Excuses, Excuses...Again
izon_no_niwa requested this from my writing meme (which I'm still taking requests for, if anyone wants to). It's the continuation of Excuses, Excuses. I guess the rating has gone up a little. Anyway, hope you like it, dear. ♥
Indeed, Yomi was the culprit behind the fire alarm, having guessed what Niya would be up to upon returning to the room. Cold and damp (and bruised in the RA’s case), the boys returned to their rooms after being out in the early spring drizzle without time to grab umbrellas or jackets. Whatever sort of rare amorous mood Sakito had been in before the alarm, it was long gone now. Niya held the door open for him, immediately following his exanimate boyfriend into the warmth of their double room, and pulled a blanket from one of the beds to wrap around him.
“Next time, I’ll just kill him and be done with it,” Niya muttered to himself as he weaseled his way under a corner of the blanket. Sakito wondered if the other boy realized that was the third time he’d said that exact phrase, or if he even knew he was speaking out loud.
“Mn. That’s not going to get you anywhere.”
“Pulling the fire alarm was uncalled for. I was…” About to score? No, that wouldn’t do. Niya stayed his tongue before making the biggest known mistake of his life. “Well, we were all comfortable. And now we’re just wet. Am I supposed to be happy about that?”
Niya’s comment was a good save, though Sakito was quite sure he knew what the rest of it was originally supposed to be. A roll of his eyes indicated that he wasn’t buying the explanation. “You’re really transparent, you know.”
“Am I?” Niya rubbed the back of his head and tried to look anywhere but at the boy next to him. Meanwhile, a stray hand snuck around narrow hips to pull him close. “What ever gave you that idea?”
Chuckling, Sakito obliged him by leaning against his shoulder, “Could be the fact that you’re still trying even after being chucked out in the rain for a half hour.”
“We could pretend nothing happened and pick up where we left off.”
Trust Niya to be perpetually horny in all situations…even if he didn’t let it show out of respect. Sakito wasn’t even allowed five seconds to answer before he found a foreign set of lips on his neck, body effectively trapped by Niya’s grip on his waist. Over eager like a lovesick puppy, except that imagery made Sakito gag mentally. No dogs, no. No big, sloppy tongues and no cold, wet noses. And no cucumbers either. The light prickle of teeth grazing his skin was much more like…large, slimy spiders…NO.
“Saki?”
“Huh?” The boy’s expression was reminiscent of a deer in headlights when Niya unexpectedly stopped and spoke. Niya’s expression was one of confusion, with the barest hint of irritation.
“Anyone home? I’m trying here.” Frowning, Niya waved a hand in front of his startled eyes. Another excuse was on its way, he could almost smell it. “Are you too tired?”
“Sorry…” Sakito shook his head to clear the bizarre images that liked to invade when he least wanted. Overactive imagination - quite a nuisance. To make up for it, he grabbed Niya around the neck and pulled his head close for a kiss, sucking gently on the boy’s lower lip until they both toppled over in a languid pile on the bed. Niya pulled back, holding himself up on one arm while his free hand worked Sakito’s shirt up over his smooth stomach, mouth following close behind. Warm tongue dipped briefly into his navel, banishing all curious visions of dogs and spiders in favor of ideas on what Niya could do to him. Cooperation required, of course.
Taking the short lull in activity as a cue, Sakito dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then cupped Niya’s cheeks in his hands to draw that hot, velvet tongue back up to meet with his own, only breaking away long enough to pull off his lover’s shirt as well. Half crazed with pent-up lust, Niya’s groping hands quickly worked their way down further then he was sure Sakito was comfortable with, but neither boy seemed to care terribly. Deft fingers skirted the waistband of his jeans in search of the front closure, popping open the button and nearly getting his thumb caught in the zipper for lack of patience. Sakito made a noise of complaint as he was virtually ripped unceremoniously out of his lower garments, and decided that maybe he really had made Niya wait too long. At least, that is, until the other suddenly slowed, taking his time to trace lacy patterns up Sakito’s slender legs with a soft smile on his pierced lips.
“I’ve waited for this moment forever.” Niya leaned forward to nuzzled his lover’s neck, pressing a palm against his thigh, sliding up and up as if memorizing the boy’s subtle curves.
“But it’s only been a few weeks, silly.” Ruin the moment, good one.
“I know, but it feels like forever,” Niya laughed, wrapping his arms around Sakito’s bare waist, drawing him close for another kiss as he felt two skinny legs curl around him. “You have no idea.”
“Probably not, but you could help me understand a little better.”
In response to his request, Niya grinned, running both hands along Sakito’s spine and shoulders and back down, loosely holding his hips in both hands. As much as he didn’t want to detach from the lovely form trapped underneath him, they weren’t going to get very far unless his own jeans came off too. The room around them, Sakito, his own movements, everything seemed fluid and surreal, kind of like his most cherished dream coming to be, which was essentially the truth. Niya removed the legs from around his waist to stand, still fantasizing about all the little noises Sakito might make, even though he was about to find out.
And that was why the sound of the jarring phone ring seemed so very far away. Naturally, Niya was a pro at sleeping through his alarm clock, and for a terrifying moment, the notion popped into his head that he really was dreaming. Stopping in the middle of fumbling with his pants button, Niya cast a narrowed glance over at the phone, finding to his absolute horror that it wouldn’t stop ringing. Why hadn’t they invested in an answering machine…?
On the bed, Sakito frowned and rolled over, reaching for the receiver when the machine wouldn’t shut up after ten rings. His voice had a bit of a husky hint to it that Niya found nearly irresistibly sexy, “Hello?”
A pregnant pause followed, in which Sakito’s face sank lower and lower into the pillow, turning steadily beet red. “Hi, mom…”
Niya replaced the button on his jeans. Suicide? Yes, that seemed the easiest option.
Indeed, Yomi was the culprit behind the fire alarm, having guessed what Niya would be up to upon returning to the room. Cold and damp (and bruised in the RA’s case), the boys returned to their rooms after being out in the early spring drizzle without time to grab umbrellas or jackets. Whatever sort of rare amorous mood Sakito had been in before the alarm, it was long gone now. Niya held the door open for him, immediately following his exanimate boyfriend into the warmth of their double room, and pulled a blanket from one of the beds to wrap around him.
“Next time, I’ll just kill him and be done with it,” Niya muttered to himself as he weaseled his way under a corner of the blanket. Sakito wondered if the other boy realized that was the third time he’d said that exact phrase, or if he even knew he was speaking out loud.
“Mn. That’s not going to get you anywhere.”
“Pulling the fire alarm was uncalled for. I was…” About to score? No, that wouldn’t do. Niya stayed his tongue before making the biggest known mistake of his life. “Well, we were all comfortable. And now we’re just wet. Am I supposed to be happy about that?”
Niya’s comment was a good save, though Sakito was quite sure he knew what the rest of it was originally supposed to be. A roll of his eyes indicated that he wasn’t buying the explanation. “You’re really transparent, you know.”
“Am I?” Niya rubbed the back of his head and tried to look anywhere but at the boy next to him. Meanwhile, a stray hand snuck around narrow hips to pull him close. “What ever gave you that idea?”
Chuckling, Sakito obliged him by leaning against his shoulder, “Could be the fact that you’re still trying even after being chucked out in the rain for a half hour.”
“We could pretend nothing happened and pick up where we left off.”
Trust Niya to be perpetually horny in all situations…even if he didn’t let it show out of respect. Sakito wasn’t even allowed five seconds to answer before he found a foreign set of lips on his neck, body effectively trapped by Niya’s grip on his waist. Over eager like a lovesick puppy, except that imagery made Sakito gag mentally. No dogs, no. No big, sloppy tongues and no cold, wet noses. And no cucumbers either. The light prickle of teeth grazing his skin was much more like…large, slimy spiders…NO.
“Saki?”
“Huh?” The boy’s expression was reminiscent of a deer in headlights when Niya unexpectedly stopped and spoke. Niya’s expression was one of confusion, with the barest hint of irritation.
“Anyone home? I’m trying here.” Frowning, Niya waved a hand in front of his startled eyes. Another excuse was on its way, he could almost smell it. “Are you too tired?”
“Sorry…” Sakito shook his head to clear the bizarre images that liked to invade when he least wanted. Overactive imagination - quite a nuisance. To make up for it, he grabbed Niya around the neck and pulled his head close for a kiss, sucking gently on the boy’s lower lip until they both toppled over in a languid pile on the bed. Niya pulled back, holding himself up on one arm while his free hand worked Sakito’s shirt up over his smooth stomach, mouth following close behind. Warm tongue dipped briefly into his navel, banishing all curious visions of dogs and spiders in favor of ideas on what Niya could do to him. Cooperation required, of course.
Taking the short lull in activity as a cue, Sakito dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then cupped Niya’s cheeks in his hands to draw that hot, velvet tongue back up to meet with his own, only breaking away long enough to pull off his lover’s shirt as well. Half crazed with pent-up lust, Niya’s groping hands quickly worked their way down further then he was sure Sakito was comfortable with, but neither boy seemed to care terribly. Deft fingers skirted the waistband of his jeans in search of the front closure, popping open the button and nearly getting his thumb caught in the zipper for lack of patience. Sakito made a noise of complaint as he was virtually ripped unceremoniously out of his lower garments, and decided that maybe he really had made Niya wait too long. At least, that is, until the other suddenly slowed, taking his time to trace lacy patterns up Sakito’s slender legs with a soft smile on his pierced lips.
“I’ve waited for this moment forever.” Niya leaned forward to nuzzled his lover’s neck, pressing a palm against his thigh, sliding up and up as if memorizing the boy’s subtle curves.
“But it’s only been a few weeks, silly.” Ruin the moment, good one.
“I know, but it feels like forever,” Niya laughed, wrapping his arms around Sakito’s bare waist, drawing him close for another kiss as he felt two skinny legs curl around him. “You have no idea.”
“Probably not, but you could help me understand a little better.”
In response to his request, Niya grinned, running both hands along Sakito’s spine and shoulders and back down, loosely holding his hips in both hands. As much as he didn’t want to detach from the lovely form trapped underneath him, they weren’t going to get very far unless his own jeans came off too. The room around them, Sakito, his own movements, everything seemed fluid and surreal, kind of like his most cherished dream coming to be, which was essentially the truth. Niya removed the legs from around his waist to stand, still fantasizing about all the little noises Sakito might make, even though he was about to find out.
And that was why the sound of the jarring phone ring seemed so very far away. Naturally, Niya was a pro at sleeping through his alarm clock, and for a terrifying moment, the notion popped into his head that he really was dreaming. Stopping in the middle of fumbling with his pants button, Niya cast a narrowed glance over at the phone, finding to his absolute horror that it wouldn’t stop ringing. Why hadn’t they invested in an answering machine…?
On the bed, Sakito frowned and rolled over, reaching for the receiver when the machine wouldn’t shut up after ten rings. His voice had a bit of a husky hint to it that Niya found nearly irresistibly sexy, “Hello?”
A pregnant pause followed, in which Sakito’s face sank lower and lower into the pillow, turning steadily beet red. “Hi, mom…”
Niya replaced the button on his jeans. Suicide? Yes, that seemed the easiest option.