[Fic] Games
Title: Games
Author: Sunaina
Fandom: NewS
Main pairing: Koyato x Kusano
Category: Angst
Rating: PG-15 I guess
Games
Shige knocks on the door twice before it is opened by the person he wishes to see the most.
“Happy birthday.” Shige smiles slightly, standing there, his hand on his hips.
Koyama tries to hold Shige, but the younger boy walks past him, slides his palm up Koyama’s left arm as he makes his way inside the apartment, away from Koyama.
“I was waiting for you,” Koyama gets close, his chest making contact with Shige’s back, his hands make his way down Shige’s hips, “What took you so long?” Koyama’s words come out like hot steam, slowly.
Shige’s head tilts to the side while Koyama’s head leans over, placing his lips over the soft neck as his raw tongue tastes the inviting flesh.
Shige bites his lips and starts to walk. Koyama follows him, clumsy steps, outside the hall and into the living room.
Kusano is standing near the couch, opens his mouth to say hi, but the sentence dies on his lips.
“You can go now, kid.” Koyama says as he walks forward, setting Shige in motion with him.
Kusano’s hands grip his own shirt nervously as he nods, his cheeks turning pink. “Of course.” He lowers his head, bites his bottom lip and starts to move toward the door.
Shige holds Kusano’s arm, stopping him. “Stay. I wish for an audience.”
Kusano freezes. He doesn’t like when Koyama and Shige are like this. How they are so into the moment, Kusano can get part of their games.
It’s true that it isn’t the first time Kusano becomes part of it, but he can’t give in again.
It’s also true Kusano enjoys those games, but it just hurts when everything comes to an end.
“No.” The small boy whispers softly, he doesn’t look at them.
“That’s a pity,” Shige smiles at him, puts a finger on his quivering lips. “But we aren’t done with you just yet.” The finger turns into an open palm as Shige’s hand takes hold of Kusano’s chin harshly, bringing him close. “Not even close to it.”
Kusano doesn’t struggle when Shige’s sweet lips place against his own. He keeps quiet instead, feeling Shige’s fingers stroke his hair, making his cap fall to the floor with a thud. His soft hands stop touching his hair and get inside his baggy pants, inside his underwear. He just feels uneasy. Somewhat queasy, somewhat aroused.
And beyond all those confusing feelings, it just feels plain good.
“Let him go. He had enough from the last time.” Kusano hears Koyama speaking.
Shige’s tongue touches the palate of Kusano’s mouth before moving away, a string of saliva stretching between their lips.
Koyama’s arms circle possessively around Shige’s body, but Shige is still staring at him. He keeps staring even when Koyama turns him around, when Koyama claims Shige’s mouth with his own, and Shige’s body with his hands.
Kusano watches as Koyama kisses Shige, at Shige still open eyes staring at him. Hears at his muffled moans, but still too loud to be an entirely natural sound, watches his translucent skin peering under his shirt. Koyama draws invisible circles around Shige’s perfectly round navel and endless lines on his sharp jawbone, his thumb caressing his full open lips.
Koyama loves the clothes Shige’s wearing. Loves his see-through, long-sleeved, white shirt, the collar is so wide that Shige’s pale shoulders are completely bare. Loves his dark blue jeans, so tight that Koyama can swear Shige is not wearing anything under them, he feels nothing under them when his hands roam over the tough fabric.
Shige is no one’s. That is what Kusano likes to think.
But he knows he’s wrong the moment Shige starts to tremble under Koyama’s touch, as he starts to purr like a cat.
“I want you.” Shige whispers into Koyama’s mouth and he’s no longer staring back at Kusano.
Kusano closes his eyes and leaves.
The truth is that Kusano hates the way Koyama and Shige play with him, the way Shige will never look at him, but as a toy.
He hates to love Shige.
A/N: asjkfhasjlghsahsdkglkjhksgjkslash I love to write in present tense, its so classy I was this close to write teh smex, maybe I should write a sequel