YanaKiri [ficlet]
Title: and caramel on top
Rating: PG-13 for inappropriate erections.
Summary: Yanagi invites Kirihara out on a cold, snowy day. And promptly proceeds to embarrass himself.
For shikishi who asked for 'Carmel green tea frappucino and a game of hands down the pants in Starbucks'. This is my rendition, Ames. Don't fence me in. :D
And caramel on top
The snow hadn't lasted all night the way the weatherman said it would. It had stopped early in the morning, when it was still dark outside and the sound of sleet on the rooftop pulled a sleepy, grumpy Kirihara from a delicious Sunday morning slumber.
He rose reluctantly, baggy pajama pants dipping low on his backside no matter how many times he tugged them up, and he wasted fifteen minutes rummaging through the clothes on his bedroom floor in search of his favorite hoodie. His sister's bathrobe hung on the back of the bathroom door, but Kirihara would sooner freeze than catch girl-cooties.
He'd barely had a chance to pee before his father was bellowing at him to go outside and fetch the paper.
"It's cold out there!" he protested.
"Akaya! Don't argue with your father!" his mother yelled from the kitchen.
Kirihara was certain his sister would have had something snide to add to the whole exchange, but the lazy bitch was still lying in bed. And so he slipped on his mother's fleecy slippers and picked his way carefully down the sidewalk, muttering to himself about how unfair his life was and how mean his parents were and how much his day off was ruined by the bad weather. He was certain that Yanagi-senpai wouldn't want meet him out anywhere in the ice and snow. Stupid ice and snow.
His mother was yelling for him when he went back into the house and she met him at the door, snatching the newspaper from him and bopping him playfully on the head.
"Yanagi-kun is on the phone for you, hurry up," she said, sashaying past to deliver the paper to her husband, who looked up from his early-morning-news-watching with a slow, knowing smile.
Kirihara made a face - gross - and hurried into the kitchen to sweep up the phone.
"Yo!" he said, breathless and nearly losing his balance from his super awesome stuntman slide across the linoleum floor. "Yanagi-senpai!"
"Akaya," Yanagi said.
There was no background noise at Yanagi's house and Kirihara wondered briefly what it must be like to live in a quiet, normal house and not the circus that his home life usually was.
"I was gonna call you, senpai," Kirihara told him, excited and talking too fast. "I was thinking about you earlier. Outside." He frowned, realizing how dumb he sounded, and finger combed his bird's nest of tousled curls.
"Oh?" Yanagi inquired, sounding pleased and entertained. Kirihara hated when Yanagi sounded that way; it made him feel as though Yanagi were secretly laughing at him.
"Yeah," Kirihara said, a bit more subdued and reluctant to give Yanagi something more to laugh at. "Didn't want to sit around here all day and do nothin'."
"Ah, that's good news, then."
Kirihara perked up a little. "It is?"
"It is," Yanagi told him. "I was planning a trip to Starbucks this morning and I thought you might want to go."
"I do!" Kirihara said, forgetting to sound cool and calm. "You wanna go right now? I just gotta get dressed."
"Sounds good," Yanagi said. "Meet me at the bus stop near your house?"
"Yep! Gimme fifteen minutes, okay Senpai? Bye!"
***
Yanagi was waiting when Kirihara turned up at the bus stop. There were snowflakes in his hair and his cheeks were red and he wore a scarf that Kirihara had never noticed before swathed snugly about his neck.
The sidewalk was slippery and Kirihara skidded once or twice, throwing out his arms for balance and laughing when Yanagi reached for him automatically.
"Akaya, your left shoe isn't even tied. You're going to break your neck."
"You've got snow in your hair, Senpai. Did you cut through the woods?"
Yanagi laughed, steadied Kirihara with one hand at his elbow when Kirihara bent to tie his shoe. "No. Under some trees, I imagine."
Kirihara looked up at him, eyes bright, and Yanagi ruffled his hair. "Did you comb your hair this morning?"
"Huh?" He demanded, affronted. "Sure I did! That wax is hard to comb out, sometimes."
He stood, slipping a little as he righted himself and grabbing onto Yanagi's arm. "So anyway, why did you want coffee? I didn't know you drank coffee, senpai."
Leading him toward the intersection, careful where he stepped, Yanagi smiled faintly. "I didn't say I wanted coffee, did I? I said I was going to Starbucks."
Kirihara scratched his eyebrow and leaned a little closer to Yanagi. His senpai smelled like soap and laundry detergent. He always smelled really good and Kirihara had begun to realize that he should be less obvious about the fact that he sniffed Yanagi whenever the opportunity arose.
"But, senpai. Starbucks is a coffee shop."
"Yes, but they have other things, too," Yanagi informed him mildly.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like sweets and juices and sometimes sandwiches. And they have cold drinks, too."
Kirihara nodded, walking along with Yanagi. On impulse, he tugged on the end of Yanagi's scarf and laughed when Yanagi gave him an odd look.
"Is this new? I've never seen this before."
"Hm? You remember everything I wear, Akaya? I think I'm flattered."
Scowling, Kirihara reddened and ducked his head to allow his hair to hang forward. "Of course I don't, senpai. Just thought it might be new, is all."
Yanagi laughed, that low quiet sound that gave Kirihara goosebumps when they were too close, and stopped at the crosswalk to await the light.
"It is, in a way. It's Seiichi's little sister's. She made me wear it home when I left their house last night. Said it was too cold to walk around bare-necked."
It was kinda cute, but Kirihara didn't laugh. He didn't like girls being too sweet to Yanagi, even if the girl in question was in elementary school. "Did you have dinner with Yukimura-buchou?" he asked. He was jealous; Yanagi always got to hang out with Yukimura and it wasn't fair.
"Yes," Yanagi responded, bundling Kirihara across the street. "Genichirou and I."
Kirihara scoffed. "I bet that was a laugh a minute."
"Akaya," Yanagi warned, giving him a serious look when he paused to open the shop door. "Behave."
Snickering, Kirihara went inside, breathing deep of the warm, sweet scent inside the shop. "Mm, senpai. They have really big muffins, here."
"Indeed. Would you like one?"
Eyes alight for only a second, he was suddenly crestfallen when he realized that he didn't have any money on him. "Yeah," he said mournfully. "But I don’t have any money."
Patting his shoulder, Yanagi steered him toward the counter. "My treat, then."
Kirihara beamed, standing close to Yanagi while he ordered for the both of them. He moved aside when Yanagi paid, stepping to the side of the long, curving counter and away from the other people in line. Yanagi followed.
"That sounds pretty good, Yanagi-senpai. What's a frappuccino taste like?"
"You'll see," Yanagi told him, sucking in a breath when the back of Kirihara's wrist brushed against the front of Yanagi's pants. "Akaya," he hissed.
Blushing and eyes wide, Kirihara stepped away from Yanagi and stuttered an apology. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"
But he couldn't help glancing down, fascinated and curious, despite their mutual embarrassment. He licked his lips, seemingly unaware of the other people in the shop. Yanagi's jaw tightened and he shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other.
"S-senpai…," he began, voice very quiet.
"Don’t, Akaya," Yanagi warned, moving around the counter to shield himself from view. His expression was pinched, his eyes open. Kirihara's breath came faster and he couldn't seem to stop glancing below Yanagi's waist.
"It's okay, Yanagi-senpai," he whispered. "It doesn't bother me or anything."
His eyes were shining and he wondered if now would be a good time to tell Yanagi that he liked him. Liked him enough to let him have the Player One controller and enough to share his favorite dessert. Enough to give him his last stack of arcade tickets and enough to want to touch him again. It was entirely possible, he knew, that Yanagi didn't like him that way at all and was, instead, merely having a very normal reaction in a very inconvenient situation. Sometimes, Kirihara got hard in Math class - he knew how it went.
"Can we just," Yanagi hesitated, tugging his jacket down and reaching for a few napkins. "Let's just not talk about it." His eyes were serious and his cheeks flushed pink. Kirihara licked his lips again.
"All right, Akaya?"
Kirihara found himself nodding his agreement, even when he wanted to argue the point. Push the issue. Just confess, already.
"Yeah," he said, stepping up to the counter to retrieve his muffin and Yanagi's drink, and he peered into the cup and smiled. "Hey, cool, it's green. And is this caramel on top?"
Taking the cup tentatively, Yanagi laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Yes. Yes, it is."
Still feeling a little bashful, knowing that to be as contrite as possible meant that things might get back to normal sooner, Kirihara peeked up at Yanagi through thick, lowered lashes. "Hey, senpai? Can I still have a taste?"
Yanagi merely nodded, taking a seat on a small leather loveseat situated comfortably in the corner, near the door and he didn't shy away when Kirihara plopped down unceremoniously beside him. "Sure. You want to taste the caramel, too?"
Nodding eagerly, Kirihara balanced the napkins and his muffin in his lap and leaned in when Yanagi removed the cup's domed top. "Save some for me, hm?"
He bent his head, the tip of his tongue slow over the surface of the drink. Yanagi was still, and he didn't say another word about Kirihara's being greedy with the caramel.
Kirihara smiled. "Hey, senpai."
"Hm?"
"It was an accident, you know. Just now when I…"
Yanagi spoke up quickly. "Yes, I know. Really, let's just forget it."
Snapping the top into place again, Yanagi glanced at Kirihara when he pinched off a piece of his cranberry chocolate muffin. "Okay," he agreed, though it was obvious that he didn't want to let the subject drop.
They sat in silence for a few moments, Yanagi sipping silently from his cup and Kirihara breaking off pieces of muffin and getting crumbs all over his shirt and his lap. He cleared his throat once, sneaking a glance at Yanagi only to find Yanagi sneaking a glance at him.
"Hey, Senpai?" Kirihara asked again, licking his lips and bolstering his courage. He'd only need to say it the one time, thankfully.
"Yes, Akaya?"
"Um…so what would happen if it wasn't an accident? You know…next time…"
For the first time since the unfortunate, accidental erection-touching had happened, Yanagi turned his head to look directly at Kirihara. His expression was neutral, but Kirihara knew him well enough that he could tell he wasn't completely unaffected. He pressed on.
"I mean, you don't have to answer me right away or anything. I know you probably got all hard over something else - I get hard all the time over nothing. It probably wasn't me, anyway."
"Akaya," Yanagi said, laying a hand on Kirihara's thigh and unable to keep himself from brushing a few crumbs away.
"Yeah, Senpai?" Kirihara responded, hesitant and fidgety.
"It was you." His voice was low. His cheeks were pink and this time it wasn't from the cold. "It was you, okay?"
Kirihara grinned, triumphant. "Yeah," he said, nodding and pressing his thigh close to Yanagi's as he settled firmly in the loveseat to go back to work on his muffin. "That's good, isn't it?"
Yanagi didn't answer, merely continued to sip slowly at his frappuccino.
Kirihara snickered to himself, warm and cozy and well on his way to having a full belly and a boyfriend.
Sort of.
Maybe later, after he'd wrangled an invite back to Yanagi's house, he'd try on that look his father had given his mother earlier. It was still gross, but with Yanagi, it made a lot more sense. Kirihara was certain that his leer would be the best ever. He'd totally be number one.
Rating: PG-13 for inappropriate erections.
Summary: Yanagi invites Kirihara out on a cold, snowy day. And promptly proceeds to embarrass himself.
For shikishi who asked for 'Carmel green tea frappucino and a game of hands down the pants in Starbucks'. This is my rendition, Ames. Don't fence me in. :D
And caramel on top
The snow hadn't lasted all night the way the weatherman said it would. It had stopped early in the morning, when it was still dark outside and the sound of sleet on the rooftop pulled a sleepy, grumpy Kirihara from a delicious Sunday morning slumber.
He rose reluctantly, baggy pajama pants dipping low on his backside no matter how many times he tugged them up, and he wasted fifteen minutes rummaging through the clothes on his bedroom floor in search of his favorite hoodie. His sister's bathrobe hung on the back of the bathroom door, but Kirihara would sooner freeze than catch girl-cooties.
He'd barely had a chance to pee before his father was bellowing at him to go outside and fetch the paper.
"It's cold out there!" he protested.
"Akaya! Don't argue with your father!" his mother yelled from the kitchen.
Kirihara was certain his sister would have had something snide to add to the whole exchange, but the lazy bitch was still lying in bed. And so he slipped on his mother's fleecy slippers and picked his way carefully down the sidewalk, muttering to himself about how unfair his life was and how mean his parents were and how much his day off was ruined by the bad weather. He was certain that Yanagi-senpai wouldn't want meet him out anywhere in the ice and snow. Stupid ice and snow.
His mother was yelling for him when he went back into the house and she met him at the door, snatching the newspaper from him and bopping him playfully on the head.
"Yanagi-kun is on the phone for you, hurry up," she said, sashaying past to deliver the paper to her husband, who looked up from his early-morning-news-watching with a slow, knowing smile.
Kirihara made a face - gross - and hurried into the kitchen to sweep up the phone.
"Yo!" he said, breathless and nearly losing his balance from his super awesome stuntman slide across the linoleum floor. "Yanagi-senpai!"
"Akaya," Yanagi said.
There was no background noise at Yanagi's house and Kirihara wondered briefly what it must be like to live in a quiet, normal house and not the circus that his home life usually was.
"I was gonna call you, senpai," Kirihara told him, excited and talking too fast. "I was thinking about you earlier. Outside." He frowned, realizing how dumb he sounded, and finger combed his bird's nest of tousled curls.
"Oh?" Yanagi inquired, sounding pleased and entertained. Kirihara hated when Yanagi sounded that way; it made him feel as though Yanagi were secretly laughing at him.
"Yeah," Kirihara said, a bit more subdued and reluctant to give Yanagi something more to laugh at. "Didn't want to sit around here all day and do nothin'."
"Ah, that's good news, then."
Kirihara perked up a little. "It is?"
"It is," Yanagi told him. "I was planning a trip to Starbucks this morning and I thought you might want to go."
"I do!" Kirihara said, forgetting to sound cool and calm. "You wanna go right now? I just gotta get dressed."
"Sounds good," Yanagi said. "Meet me at the bus stop near your house?"
"Yep! Gimme fifteen minutes, okay Senpai? Bye!"
***
Yanagi was waiting when Kirihara turned up at the bus stop. There were snowflakes in his hair and his cheeks were red and he wore a scarf that Kirihara had never noticed before swathed snugly about his neck.
The sidewalk was slippery and Kirihara skidded once or twice, throwing out his arms for balance and laughing when Yanagi reached for him automatically.
"Akaya, your left shoe isn't even tied. You're going to break your neck."
"You've got snow in your hair, Senpai. Did you cut through the woods?"
Yanagi laughed, steadied Kirihara with one hand at his elbow when Kirihara bent to tie his shoe. "No. Under some trees, I imagine."
Kirihara looked up at him, eyes bright, and Yanagi ruffled his hair. "Did you comb your hair this morning?"
"Huh?" He demanded, affronted. "Sure I did! That wax is hard to comb out, sometimes."
He stood, slipping a little as he righted himself and grabbing onto Yanagi's arm. "So anyway, why did you want coffee? I didn't know you drank coffee, senpai."
Leading him toward the intersection, careful where he stepped, Yanagi smiled faintly. "I didn't say I wanted coffee, did I? I said I was going to Starbucks."
Kirihara scratched his eyebrow and leaned a little closer to Yanagi. His senpai smelled like soap and laundry detergent. He always smelled really good and Kirihara had begun to realize that he should be less obvious about the fact that he sniffed Yanagi whenever the opportunity arose.
"But, senpai. Starbucks is a coffee shop."
"Yes, but they have other things, too," Yanagi informed him mildly.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like sweets and juices and sometimes sandwiches. And they have cold drinks, too."
Kirihara nodded, walking along with Yanagi. On impulse, he tugged on the end of Yanagi's scarf and laughed when Yanagi gave him an odd look.
"Is this new? I've never seen this before."
"Hm? You remember everything I wear, Akaya? I think I'm flattered."
Scowling, Kirihara reddened and ducked his head to allow his hair to hang forward. "Of course I don't, senpai. Just thought it might be new, is all."
Yanagi laughed, that low quiet sound that gave Kirihara goosebumps when they were too close, and stopped at the crosswalk to await the light.
"It is, in a way. It's Seiichi's little sister's. She made me wear it home when I left their house last night. Said it was too cold to walk around bare-necked."
It was kinda cute, but Kirihara didn't laugh. He didn't like girls being too sweet to Yanagi, even if the girl in question was in elementary school. "Did you have dinner with Yukimura-buchou?" he asked. He was jealous; Yanagi always got to hang out with Yukimura and it wasn't fair.
"Yes," Yanagi responded, bundling Kirihara across the street. "Genichirou and I."
Kirihara scoffed. "I bet that was a laugh a minute."
"Akaya," Yanagi warned, giving him a serious look when he paused to open the shop door. "Behave."
Snickering, Kirihara went inside, breathing deep of the warm, sweet scent inside the shop. "Mm, senpai. They have really big muffins, here."
"Indeed. Would you like one?"
Eyes alight for only a second, he was suddenly crestfallen when he realized that he didn't have any money on him. "Yeah," he said mournfully. "But I don’t have any money."
Patting his shoulder, Yanagi steered him toward the counter. "My treat, then."
Kirihara beamed, standing close to Yanagi while he ordered for the both of them. He moved aside when Yanagi paid, stepping to the side of the long, curving counter and away from the other people in line. Yanagi followed.
"That sounds pretty good, Yanagi-senpai. What's a frappuccino taste like?"
"You'll see," Yanagi told him, sucking in a breath when the back of Kirihara's wrist brushed against the front of Yanagi's pants. "Akaya," he hissed.
Blushing and eyes wide, Kirihara stepped away from Yanagi and stuttered an apology. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"
But he couldn't help glancing down, fascinated and curious, despite their mutual embarrassment. He licked his lips, seemingly unaware of the other people in the shop. Yanagi's jaw tightened and he shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other.
"S-senpai…," he began, voice very quiet.
"Don’t, Akaya," Yanagi warned, moving around the counter to shield himself from view. His expression was pinched, his eyes open. Kirihara's breath came faster and he couldn't seem to stop glancing below Yanagi's waist.
"It's okay, Yanagi-senpai," he whispered. "It doesn't bother me or anything."
His eyes were shining and he wondered if now would be a good time to tell Yanagi that he liked him. Liked him enough to let him have the Player One controller and enough to share his favorite dessert. Enough to give him his last stack of arcade tickets and enough to want to touch him again. It was entirely possible, he knew, that Yanagi didn't like him that way at all and was, instead, merely having a very normal reaction in a very inconvenient situation. Sometimes, Kirihara got hard in Math class - he knew how it went.
"Can we just," Yanagi hesitated, tugging his jacket down and reaching for a few napkins. "Let's just not talk about it." His eyes were serious and his cheeks flushed pink. Kirihara licked his lips again.
"All right, Akaya?"
Kirihara found himself nodding his agreement, even when he wanted to argue the point. Push the issue. Just confess, already.
"Yeah," he said, stepping up to the counter to retrieve his muffin and Yanagi's drink, and he peered into the cup and smiled. "Hey, cool, it's green. And is this caramel on top?"
Taking the cup tentatively, Yanagi laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Yes. Yes, it is."
Still feeling a little bashful, knowing that to be as contrite as possible meant that things might get back to normal sooner, Kirihara peeked up at Yanagi through thick, lowered lashes. "Hey, senpai? Can I still have a taste?"
Yanagi merely nodded, taking a seat on a small leather loveseat situated comfortably in the corner, near the door and he didn't shy away when Kirihara plopped down unceremoniously beside him. "Sure. You want to taste the caramel, too?"
Nodding eagerly, Kirihara balanced the napkins and his muffin in his lap and leaned in when Yanagi removed the cup's domed top. "Save some for me, hm?"
He bent his head, the tip of his tongue slow over the surface of the drink. Yanagi was still, and he didn't say another word about Kirihara's being greedy with the caramel.
Kirihara smiled. "Hey, senpai."
"Hm?"
"It was an accident, you know. Just now when I…"
Yanagi spoke up quickly. "Yes, I know. Really, let's just forget it."
Snapping the top into place again, Yanagi glanced at Kirihara when he pinched off a piece of his cranberry chocolate muffin. "Okay," he agreed, though it was obvious that he didn't want to let the subject drop.
They sat in silence for a few moments, Yanagi sipping silently from his cup and Kirihara breaking off pieces of muffin and getting crumbs all over his shirt and his lap. He cleared his throat once, sneaking a glance at Yanagi only to find Yanagi sneaking a glance at him.
"Hey, Senpai?" Kirihara asked again, licking his lips and bolstering his courage. He'd only need to say it the one time, thankfully.
"Yes, Akaya?"
"Um…so what would happen if it wasn't an accident? You know…next time…"
For the first time since the unfortunate, accidental erection-touching had happened, Yanagi turned his head to look directly at Kirihara. His expression was neutral, but Kirihara knew him well enough that he could tell he wasn't completely unaffected. He pressed on.
"I mean, you don't have to answer me right away or anything. I know you probably got all hard over something else - I get hard all the time over nothing. It probably wasn't me, anyway."
"Akaya," Yanagi said, laying a hand on Kirihara's thigh and unable to keep himself from brushing a few crumbs away.
"Yeah, Senpai?" Kirihara responded, hesitant and fidgety.
"It was you." His voice was low. His cheeks were pink and this time it wasn't from the cold. "It was you, okay?"
Kirihara grinned, triumphant. "Yeah," he said, nodding and pressing his thigh close to Yanagi's as he settled firmly in the loveseat to go back to work on his muffin. "That's good, isn't it?"
Yanagi didn't answer, merely continued to sip slowly at his frappuccino.
Kirihara snickered to himself, warm and cozy and well on his way to having a full belly and a boyfriend.
Sort of.
Maybe later, after he'd wrangled an invite back to Yanagi's house, he'd try on that look his father had given his mother earlier. It was still gross, but with Yanagi, it made a lot more sense. Kirihara was certain that his leer would be the best ever. He'd totally be number one.