Aim For Success // B6
Most unsuccessful attempt at porn ever.
Btw Yugo's birthday is in 5 days ♥
Aim For Success
Yugo/Hokuto
PG, 630w
1-hour (porn) fic challenge: ayame_hakouden | jojibear | mousapelli | rikikomori
When Hokuto decided to surprise Yugo at home for his birthday, he hadn't thought it would be so awkward.
He hadn't counted on Yugo's entirely family to be around, for one thing, Yugo's mother fluttering around with plates of chocolate cake and Yugo's grandparents beaming at him over steaming cups of ceremonial green tea. Someone had commented on how sweet it was that "Yugo's little friend" had dropped into congratulate Yugo on his birthday, causing them both to duck their heads in embarrassment. ("Hardly little," Hokuto had heard Yugo had mutter into his teacup.)
But it wasn't only Yugo's family that had made the situation embarrassing. The awkwardness still hung in the air between them now that they were alone in Yugo's bedroom, both of them struggling for something to say and looking anywhere but at each other.
The thing was, it had been so long since they'd really spent time together. They had stuck together a lot in the very beginning, when neither of them had been "in" with Kento and Fuma or the other juniors, when they'd just needed to have someone else to not be quite so alone. But then they'd both found their feet, making friends in the jimusho based on actual common interests rather than out of pure necessity, and had ended up drifting - not entirely out of each others' orbits, but without any mutual pull that would cause them to gravitate towards each other.
No, that wasn't true. There was pull for Hokuto in Yugo's quick smile, his dorky laughter, his willingness to 'take one for the team'. There were dozens of small kindnesses Yugo had done for him that Hokuto remembered, every water bottle he'd been handed or t-shirt he'd borrowed stored in his memory like tiny presents.
Speaking of presents... "Happy birthday," Hokuto said, before remembering that this was the third time that evening, tracing the strawberry pattern on Yugo's bedsheets.
Yugo, sitting rather stiffly to attention on his bed next to Hokuto, muttered his third thanks.
They lapsed into awkward silence again.
It felt a little traitorous, but Hokuto couldn't help but think how easy this would be if it was Jesse's birthday, Jesse's room. There was something to be said about the casual American attitude Jesse had that enabled him to make any awkward situation more comfortable with a joke and a wide smile. And then, like a switch had gotten flipped inside Hokuto, he decided that there was no reason he couldn't emulate Jesse's free-and-easy manners. 'What Would Jesse Do?' he thought to himself, and then promptly leaned in and kissed Yugo.
A sound somewhere between a squeak and a gurgle escaped Yugo. Hokuto could have been shocked or embarrassed, but he chose instead to laugh. Yugo blinked at him with wide, shocked eyes - and then, always willing to laugh at himself, Yugo laughed too. So even if it wasn't a particularly kiss-y kiss, it was a nice one in its own way. Hokuto was willing to consider it a success, anyway.
"That's what I like about you the most," Hokuto said, still set on being as open and brave as possible.
"Hmm?"
"You're always game for anything."
It took Yugo a moment, as if he were thinking it over, to respond. But then a slow smile spread across his face, endearing despite-or perhaps because of-all its unattractiveness, and causing an answering warmth to radiate outward from somewhere in the middle of Hokuto's chest.
"I'm game to try anything a second time too," Yugo said, leaning towards Hokuto with a leer.
"Gross." Hokuto brought up his hand as if to push Yugo's face away, but then placed it at the back of Yugo's neck at the last moment to pull him in to try again.
Btw Yugo's birthday is in 5 days ♥
Aim For Success
Yugo/Hokuto
PG, 630w
1-hour (porn) fic challenge: ayame_hakouden | jojibear | mousapelli | rikikomori
When Hokuto decided to surprise Yugo at home for his birthday, he hadn't thought it would be so awkward.
He hadn't counted on Yugo's entirely family to be around, for one thing, Yugo's mother fluttering around with plates of chocolate cake and Yugo's grandparents beaming at him over steaming cups of ceremonial green tea. Someone had commented on how sweet it was that "Yugo's little friend" had dropped into congratulate Yugo on his birthday, causing them both to duck their heads in embarrassment. ("Hardly little," Hokuto had heard Yugo had mutter into his teacup.)
But it wasn't only Yugo's family that had made the situation embarrassing. The awkwardness still hung in the air between them now that they were alone in Yugo's bedroom, both of them struggling for something to say and looking anywhere but at each other.
The thing was, it had been so long since they'd really spent time together. They had stuck together a lot in the very beginning, when neither of them had been "in" with Kento and Fuma or the other juniors, when they'd just needed to have someone else to not be quite so alone. But then they'd both found their feet, making friends in the jimusho based on actual common interests rather than out of pure necessity, and had ended up drifting - not entirely out of each others' orbits, but without any mutual pull that would cause them to gravitate towards each other.
No, that wasn't true. There was pull for Hokuto in Yugo's quick smile, his dorky laughter, his willingness to 'take one for the team'. There were dozens of small kindnesses Yugo had done for him that Hokuto remembered, every water bottle he'd been handed or t-shirt he'd borrowed stored in his memory like tiny presents.
Speaking of presents... "Happy birthday," Hokuto said, before remembering that this was the third time that evening, tracing the strawberry pattern on Yugo's bedsheets.
Yugo, sitting rather stiffly to attention on his bed next to Hokuto, muttered his third thanks.
They lapsed into awkward silence again.
It felt a little traitorous, but Hokuto couldn't help but think how easy this would be if it was Jesse's birthday, Jesse's room. There was something to be said about the casual American attitude Jesse had that enabled him to make any awkward situation more comfortable with a joke and a wide smile. And then, like a switch had gotten flipped inside Hokuto, he decided that there was no reason he couldn't emulate Jesse's free-and-easy manners. 'What Would Jesse Do?' he thought to himself, and then promptly leaned in and kissed Yugo.
A sound somewhere between a squeak and a gurgle escaped Yugo. Hokuto could have been shocked or embarrassed, but he chose instead to laugh. Yugo blinked at him with wide, shocked eyes - and then, always willing to laugh at himself, Yugo laughed too. So even if it wasn't a particularly kiss-y kiss, it was a nice one in its own way. Hokuto was willing to consider it a success, anyway.
"That's what I like about you the most," Hokuto said, still set on being as open and brave as possible.
"Hmm?"
"You're always game for anything."
It took Yugo a moment, as if he were thinking it over, to respond. But then a slow smile spread across his face, endearing despite-or perhaps because of-all its unattractiveness, and causing an answering warmth to radiate outward from somewhere in the middle of Hokuto's chest.
"I'm game to try anything a second time too," Yugo said, leaning towards Hokuto with a leer.
"Gross." Hokuto brought up his hand as if to push Yugo's face away, but then placed it at the back of Yugo's neck at the last moment to pull him in to try again.