[KenyaHiyo] Get A Room
This one's for izumichan31 . I blame her for this pairing, wholly and fully. >>;
Title: Get A Room
Characters/Pairing: Hiyoshi, Kenya, the rest of the Hyoutei team / KenyaHiyo
Word Count: +/- 1122
Rating: PG
The New Year’s party held yearly by Atobe was something that everybody in the Hyoutei school system looked forward to. It was held at the Atobe winter mansion, and everyone was invited, the drinks and food were all provided and no one was required to bring anything except themselves.
Hiyoshi wasn’t quite sure why he’d come, except maybe to see all his senpai make complete and utter fools of themselves at the drink. Jirou had dragged Gakuto up on stage to sing karaoke (neither of them were that bad, really, but the red-head was making constant attempts to jump off-stage) and Shishido had disappeared off a while ago, dragging Choutarou close behind him. The martial artist had been a little sad to see his best friend go, because it left him alone in a corner with his drink, watching Oshitari and Atobe argue about something or other.
With a bored sigh, he finished off his drink and placed his empty cup on the table. There was a door to a balcony nearby and some fresh air seemed to be something he needed. When he reached the balcony, though, he was a little surprised that it was already occupied. “A-Ah, excuse me,” he murmured with a bow. “I didn’t think anybody would be out here.”
The blond blinked at the voice and looked back over his shoulder at him. “Ah, no. It’s fine. I’m just out here to get away from the noise,” he said, offering him a smile. “You’re… Hiyoshi-kun, right?”
“I am,” Hiyoshi slowly walked towards the railing and took up a spot a few feet away from the senior so he didn’t intrude on his space. “And you’re Oshitari-san.”
The older boy rolled his eyes as he turned back around to lean on the railing. “Just Kenya,” he said. “Oshitari’s my cousin.”
“My apologies, Kenya-san.”
“… Close enough,” Kenya sighed and stared out over the vast estate almost dream-like. “Why the hell am I here again?” It was murmured, as though he were more talking to himself than anything else, but Hiyoshi still couldn’t help but reply.
“Because Oshitari-san dragged you?” he offered, not looking away from the gardens in front of them.
Kenya mulled that over for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, sounds about right,” he said. He turned around to lean back against the railing with his elbows propped up on top of it. “Why, did he do the same to you?”
Hiyoshi just gave a wordless nod. He hadn’t even wanted to be there. Even when Oshitari had showed up on his doorstep a couple hours before the party and started going through his wardrobe in search of clothes for him to where, Hiyoshi had been protesting.
“I can tell,” the blond chuckled, giving the junior a once over. “He chose your clothes.”
“… How can you tell?”
“Because that’s his vest.” Kenya knew his cousin’s wardrobe inside out and back to front. That, and a dark blue suit-vest just didn’t seem like the sort of thing someone would find in the wardrobe of someone like Hiyoshi. “It’s look good on you, though. Better than on him.”
“Uh… Thank you?” Hiyoshi wasn’t quite sure if that was a compliment or not, and Kenya’s continuing chuckle didn’t help his confusion any. The blond stepping closer to him do anything except make him feel a little uncomfortable with having his personal space invaded.
“You do brush up quite nice, though,” It wasn’t clear whether Kenya was talking to his company or to himself, especially when he continued to mumble about, “one last thing” and pulled a tube out of his pocket. A bright red sticker on the small tube read, ‘In Case of Emergency’. Kenya spun the lid off and squirted a little of the gel onto his fingers before rubbing it between his hands and working it through Hiyoshi’s hair. By the time he was finished, the younger boy’s hair was no longer the straight-cut style it normally was, instead spiky and slightly messed up. “There. Perfect.”
Hiyoshi blinked and stared at his reflection in the window. Inside, people had started counting down to the New Year. “K-Kenya-san,” he turned back to face him, frowning a little. “Why did you do that?”
“To mess with Yuushi,” Kenya grinned. He knew that if his cousin had go to lengths to dress the junior, then the hair would’ve also been a vital part of it. He seemed to get a kick out of messing with his cousin’s ‘perfection’. “And because you look a lot better like this… Hey, Hiyo. Have you ever had a New Year’s kiss?” Hiyoshi shook his head in confusion. “Want one?”
Hiyoshi deadpanned. “Senpai, have you been drinking?”
“Yes.”
“Then are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Course. Not like I’m gonna molest you. ‘Less you want it, of course.”
“Why would I-“ The rest of Hiyoshi’s rhetorical question was lost against the blond’s lips that were suddenly against his and he blamed the single alcoholic drink he’d consumed wholly and fully for the fact that he was kissing back. He could hear the crowd inside cheering and celebrating but he tuned it out, too focused on the kiss. It wasn’t his first kiss, not by a long shot, but it was his first time being kissed by someone he didn’t know very well or even live in the same prefecture as him.
Neither boy was quite sure how much time had passed when they finally parted and all Hiyoshi could register through his light-headedness was the feeling of the railing against his back and the blond pressed flush against his front. Then there was a mouth sucking on the base of his neck and a soft moan escaped before he could make an effort to stop it. He was melting into the arms that held his waist, one hand lifting to hold onto Kenya’s upper arm for support.
“K-Kenya-san…” Hiyoshi wasn’t quite sure what was happening or what the blond had planned, but his quiet moans and soft mewls in response to the mouth working his neck and the wandering hand on his front only seemed to encourage him. “St-Stop. Someone will… ngh… see.” The mouth didn’t let up for a few seconds more, and when it did, Hiyoshi wasn’t quick enough to silence a soft whine. Neither boy said anything, their faces flushed and their breathes harried and panted.
“S-Sorry,” Kenya murmured and tried to step back from the junior. Hiyoshi grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close again.
“You said… something… about molesting?” He cocked an eyebrow.
Kenya just stared for a moment before he gave a slow smirk. “There’s enough rooms here.” Might as well make use of them.
Title: Get A Room
Characters/Pairing: Hiyoshi, Kenya, the rest of the Hyoutei team / KenyaHiyo
Word Count: +/- 1122
Rating: PG
The New Year’s party held yearly by Atobe was something that everybody in the Hyoutei school system looked forward to. It was held at the Atobe winter mansion, and everyone was invited, the drinks and food were all provided and no one was required to bring anything except themselves.
Hiyoshi wasn’t quite sure why he’d come, except maybe to see all his senpai make complete and utter fools of themselves at the drink. Jirou had dragged Gakuto up on stage to sing karaoke (neither of them were that bad, really, but the red-head was making constant attempts to jump off-stage) and Shishido had disappeared off a while ago, dragging Choutarou close behind him. The martial artist had been a little sad to see his best friend go, because it left him alone in a corner with his drink, watching Oshitari and Atobe argue about something or other.
With a bored sigh, he finished off his drink and placed his empty cup on the table. There was a door to a balcony nearby and some fresh air seemed to be something he needed. When he reached the balcony, though, he was a little surprised that it was already occupied. “A-Ah, excuse me,” he murmured with a bow. “I didn’t think anybody would be out here.”
The blond blinked at the voice and looked back over his shoulder at him. “Ah, no. It’s fine. I’m just out here to get away from the noise,” he said, offering him a smile. “You’re… Hiyoshi-kun, right?”
“I am,” Hiyoshi slowly walked towards the railing and took up a spot a few feet away from the senior so he didn’t intrude on his space. “And you’re Oshitari-san.”
The older boy rolled his eyes as he turned back around to lean on the railing. “Just Kenya,” he said. “Oshitari’s my cousin.”
“My apologies, Kenya-san.”
“… Close enough,” Kenya sighed and stared out over the vast estate almost dream-like. “Why the hell am I here again?” It was murmured, as though he were more talking to himself than anything else, but Hiyoshi still couldn’t help but reply.
“Because Oshitari-san dragged you?” he offered, not looking away from the gardens in front of them.
Kenya mulled that over for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, sounds about right,” he said. He turned around to lean back against the railing with his elbows propped up on top of it. “Why, did he do the same to you?”
Hiyoshi just gave a wordless nod. He hadn’t even wanted to be there. Even when Oshitari had showed up on his doorstep a couple hours before the party and started going through his wardrobe in search of clothes for him to where, Hiyoshi had been protesting.
“I can tell,” the blond chuckled, giving the junior a once over. “He chose your clothes.”
“… How can you tell?”
“Because that’s his vest.” Kenya knew his cousin’s wardrobe inside out and back to front. That, and a dark blue suit-vest just didn’t seem like the sort of thing someone would find in the wardrobe of someone like Hiyoshi. “It’s look good on you, though. Better than on him.”
“Uh… Thank you?” Hiyoshi wasn’t quite sure if that was a compliment or not, and Kenya’s continuing chuckle didn’t help his confusion any. The blond stepping closer to him do anything except make him feel a little uncomfortable with having his personal space invaded.
“You do brush up quite nice, though,” It wasn’t clear whether Kenya was talking to his company or to himself, especially when he continued to mumble about, “one last thing” and pulled a tube out of his pocket. A bright red sticker on the small tube read, ‘In Case of Emergency’. Kenya spun the lid off and squirted a little of the gel onto his fingers before rubbing it between his hands and working it through Hiyoshi’s hair. By the time he was finished, the younger boy’s hair was no longer the straight-cut style it normally was, instead spiky and slightly messed up. “There. Perfect.”
Hiyoshi blinked and stared at his reflection in the window. Inside, people had started counting down to the New Year. “K-Kenya-san,” he turned back to face him, frowning a little. “Why did you do that?”
“To mess with Yuushi,” Kenya grinned. He knew that if his cousin had go to lengths to dress the junior, then the hair would’ve also been a vital part of it. He seemed to get a kick out of messing with his cousin’s ‘perfection’. “And because you look a lot better like this… Hey, Hiyo. Have you ever had a New Year’s kiss?” Hiyoshi shook his head in confusion. “Want one?”
Hiyoshi deadpanned. “Senpai, have you been drinking?”
“Yes.”
“Then are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Course. Not like I’m gonna molest you. ‘Less you want it, of course.”
“Why would I-“ The rest of Hiyoshi’s rhetorical question was lost against the blond’s lips that were suddenly against his and he blamed the single alcoholic drink he’d consumed wholly and fully for the fact that he was kissing back. He could hear the crowd inside cheering and celebrating but he tuned it out, too focused on the kiss. It wasn’t his first kiss, not by a long shot, but it was his first time being kissed by someone he didn’t know very well or even live in the same prefecture as him.
Neither boy was quite sure how much time had passed when they finally parted and all Hiyoshi could register through his light-headedness was the feeling of the railing against his back and the blond pressed flush against his front. Then there was a mouth sucking on the base of his neck and a soft moan escaped before he could make an effort to stop it. He was melting into the arms that held his waist, one hand lifting to hold onto Kenya’s upper arm for support.
“K-Kenya-san…” Hiyoshi wasn’t quite sure what was happening or what the blond had planned, but his quiet moans and soft mewls in response to the mouth working his neck and the wandering hand on his front only seemed to encourage him. “St-Stop. Someone will… ngh… see.” The mouth didn’t let up for a few seconds more, and when it did, Hiyoshi wasn’t quick enough to silence a soft whine. Neither boy said anything, their faces flushed and their breathes harried and panted.
“S-Sorry,” Kenya murmured and tried to step back from the junior. Hiyoshi grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close again.
“You said… something… about molesting?” He cocked an eyebrow.
Kenya just stared for a moment before he gave a slow smirk. “There’s enough rooms here.” Might as well make use of them.