Beauty and the Geek (ch. 6)
Title: Beauty and the Geek
Chapter: 6/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor
Rating: PG-13 (for now, though will be NC-17 in later chapters)
Warnings: MxM kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing (for now)
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: I don't even own BD. Yet.
Comment: A wild update appeared!
I haven't had a writer's block in a while and I'm taking advantage of it muhahaha! I know it's rather short, but I figured if I can write short chapters and actually post them regularly, it's better than trying to beat myself up forcing out longer ones.
“How long have you been standing there?” Akira snapped, glaring at Takanori, who glared right back.
“Long enough to hear that your best friend is trying to find you.” Akira almost sighed when he realised Takanori hadn't heard him rambling about his feelings. Takanori didn't need to know.
“He went to my house.”
“Did your parents spill the beans?”
“There are no beans to spill. I never told them where I am.”
“Good. Kouyou most likely won't find you. Nobody from school knows where I live, and he's too dumb to look it up on the net.”
Akira snorted as he was forced to agree with Takanori. Yeah, Kouyou would never think about that. “But I will still see him on Monday.”
Takanori stared up at the sky for a while, deep in thought. “We'll think about something. In the meantime, I think it's best for all of us if we just try to forget everything that happened.” And in a second, his face softened and he smiled sweetly. “Anyone want to watch a film?”
Both Yutaka and Akira stared at him in utter bewilderment before a wide grin stretched over Yutaka's face. “Ooh, ooh, can we watch Titanic again?”
Akira noticed the brief look of annoyance that passed on Takanori's face before it softened again. Yutaka didn't. “Sure we can.”
Yutaka was already halfway home, skipping happily while Takanori let a groan slip. “If he annoys you, why do you let him choose?”
“Because,” Takanori started, picking up the bag Yutaka had left on the grass and walking after him. “I like seeing him smile. He deserves it.”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Akira trotted after him. He had to agree. Yutaka's happiness was definitely contagious. However, he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen when he got back to school on Monday. He would have to come up with a plan. Maybe if he made sure to stay near a teacher, Kouyou and Yuu wouldn't dare touch him. Or maybe they just wouldn't give a fuck about the teachers.
He could skip school, sure, but not for the rest of his life. At some point, Akira was just going to have to stand up to them. Take it like a man. No matter how much he wanted to hide away, he knew he couldn't do it forever.
Akira was snapped out of his thoughts as Takanori grabbed his hand, pulling him to walk faster. “Come on, Yutaka is probably making popcorn already.”
¨
Akira had never watched Titanic before. He had never given two shits about a film about a sinking ship. It seemed stupid to him. He preferred films with plot, action, something. And he wasn't a big fan of romance. But as Akira sat on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate, forced to watch with threats of getting his balls removed if he didn't, Akira decided one thing for certain right away.
He hated this film.
“I wish I had a boyfriend like that,” Yutaka sighed dreamily as he watched the main characters engage in some sappy dialogue at the front of the ship. “Leonardo DiCaprio is so hooot.”
“Even when they're fucking in the car?” Takanori grinned at Yutaka's embarrassed whine.
“Taka!” Yutaka blushed. He was sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. He had ran home and showered off the dirty water from the pond and put on fresh clothes. He was boasting for fifteen minutes straight about how clever it was of him to bring an extra shift, and Takanori had been rolling his eyes at him all the while. Then they had made hot chocolate and sat down in the living room, Akira and Takanori on the couch, Yutaka on the floor, even though there was room for three on the sofa.
Bored and tired of paying attention to the TV, Akira turned slightly to watch Takanori out of the corner of his eye. Takanori was actually watching the film, a relaxed expression on his face. Akira smiled seeing him so relaxed, arms uncrossed and shoulders down. Takanori was always so tense, he seemed like he was on guard 90% of the time. There were no wrinkles on his face now, and as Akira turned his head to fully look at him, he noticed how pretty Takanori was. His slightly chubby cheeks, the soft slope of his chin, his perfectly shaped nose and plush, inviting lips.
It was true, Takanori was a bad kisser. But Akira loved the taste of his lips. He loved the tingles of electricity that ran through his body when he kissed Takanori. He loved kissing Takanori, but he would never admit it. His pride would never allow him.
The film ended, and they talked for about an hour after that. The conversation was comfortable, Takanori interviewing Yutaka about everything that had happened at school all week and Akira listening with mild curiosity. At some point, the door opened and Takanori's mother came in, smiling sweetly.
“Hello boys. Yutaka, how's things at home?”
Yutaka bowed his head and smiled widely. “Fine, thank you.”
As soon as she had disappeared into the kitchen, Akira turned to Takanori. “Your mother works in the weekends?”
“Since dad left we haven't had a lot of money,” Takanori shrugged. “She needs two jobs, or we would lose the house.”
“Oh.” Akira really had nothing better to say. He felt sorry for her. It couldn't be easy, having a child all alone, he responsibility of being someone's support, their idol, their rolemodel, and at the same time trying to balance their finances. It was a wonder she still had the energy to smile.
~
Yutaka had cooked dinner, and although Akira was puzzled, he didn't complain. Yutaka was a good cook. And when he saw the smile on miss Matsumoto's face when she realised she didn't have to make dinner today, he had to smile himself.
Now he was sitting on Takanori's bed, Takanori and Yutaka seated in front of him, chatting lazily.
“Hey guys, how about a game of truth or dare?” Yutaka suggested, and Akira widened his eyes in horror.
“Isn't that a girl thing? You know, like fixing each other's hair and discussing hot guys?”
“It's a gay thing, too,” Takanori frowned. “Especially discussing hot guys.”
“Really?” Akira couldn't help the sarcastic tone in his voice. “So you two are holding yourselves back now?”
“If you weren't here, we'd be discussing your abs right now,” Takanori nodded, to which Yutaka blushed and ducked his head, and Akira stared incredulously at him.
“What?!”
“I told you, Suzuki. You're one of the hottest guys at school and if Yutaka weren't so shy he'd be jealously growling at me right now.”
“Taka, stop!” Yutaka looked like he was about to punch Takanori, and he bowed his head even more, hiding his face behind his bangs. “He doesn't need to know-”
“That you have a crush on him?”
“Had,” Yutaka corrected. “I'm not one to steal away my best friend's boyfriend.”
“Such a gentleman,” Takanori giggled. “So are you up for it or are you going to chicken out, Suzuki?”
“What?” All this while, Akira had been watching them dumbfounded, his jaw about to hit the floor.
Takanori rolled his eyes. “Truth or dare.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“I go first since it was my idea!” Yutaka chirped, and Takanori nodded. “Taka?”
“Truth,” Takanori said with a shrug.
“No fair, I know almost everything about you,” Yutaka pouted. “Is it true that you and Akira kissed?”
Nodding, Takanori turned to Akira. “My turn. Suzuki?”
“Um, truth?”
“Am I the first guy you've ever kissed?”
“Yes,” Akira replied hastily. “Takanori?”
“Truth.”
Akira's question rolled off his tongue as if he had been practising it in his head all day. “How do you know you're gay?”
Takanori looked slightly puzzled by the question, chewing his lip before he replied. “I don't know. I like guys. I find guys attractive. I want to be fucked in the ass by a big dick.”
Yutaka was blushing so much Akira thought his face was going to catch fire any minute, and just then, Takanori turned to him, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Truth,” Yutaka blurted out quickly, making Takanori grin.
“Have you ever had sexual thoughts about another man?”
Yutaka gaped at Takanori until Takanori burst out laughing, clapping his hands in amusement. “Idon'tknowmaybeyes! Anyway. Akira?”
Only too happy to save Yutaka from the awkward situation, Akira hastily answered “truth.”
“Oh come on, it won't be any fun if nobody takes dare,” Takanori pouted.
“Well then why don't you do it yourself?” Akira rolled his eyes before he gave up. “Fine. Dare, then.”
“I dare you to tickle Taka,” Yutaka grinned, and Akira caught up on the evil plan easily.
“No, wait, Yutaka, take that back I-” Takanori didn't have enough breath to say anything else, as he was spending what little he had laughing like a hyena. Akira straddled him and held his arms still with one hand, tickling his sides with the other. “Stop! Mercy! Please!” Takanori yelled between giggles, and when Akira decided he'd had enough, he sat back on the futon, letting poor Takanori catch his breath again.
“Yutaka, truth or dare?”
“Truth?”
“Ummm...” Akira was wondering what to ask when it suddenly hit him like lightning from a clear sky. “Why do you think you suddenly switched schools?”
Yutaka was staring at him wide-eyed while Takanori was desperately trying to signal Akira that that was a bad question. He was waving his hands and making throat-slitting motions, and Akira almost wanted to laugh, but it was drowned out by Yutaka's whispered reply. “Takanori said something to my parents.”
An awkward silence hung in the air for a while, before Takanori gave a slow nod, pursing his lips and shooting a worried glance at Yutaka. “How long have you known?”
“I guess I figured it out a while ago. Since I ended up in the hospital, my parents have hated you. Don't worry. I'm not mad. I just wish you had told me first.”
“I'm sorry, Yutaka. I just needed to get you away.”
Nodding, Yutaka chewed the inside of his cheek, and Akira once again wondered how badly injured his mouth really was. “Okay Taka, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to tell me why you ran away after reading Akira's texts today.”
“No, you can't do that! That's truth!” Takanori protested, but Yutaka shook his head.
“I dared you. You can't refuse.”
After a couple of seconds, Takanori let out a deep sigh. “Because Kouyou and Yuu had texted him and told him they were going to save him from me, that I was trying to 'turn him' or use him for sex.”
Yutaka nodded, patting Takanori's back. “Ignore those jerks. What do they know?”
“Suzuki,” Takanori asked, eager to move on.
“Truth.”
“Why are you still friends with those two?”
It was obvious enough who Takanori was talking about, and Akira's brows furrowed as he glared at Takanori. “Who says I still am?”
“Why were you then?”
“...” Akira's mouth flapped like a stranded fish, and he looked awkwardly at the floor biting his lip. “I don't want to tell you.”
Takanori rose an eyebrow. “You have to, it's part of the game. If it's any consolation, I promise I won't tell anyone else or judge you for it. I'm just curious.”
Akira took his time, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he spoke quietly. “I needed them. My parents kept repeating over and over again that if I didn't get any friends, they would never speak to me again. And I needed social status. I needed people to be afraid of me. I couldn't go to school knowing that I was a potential victim, so what's the best thing to do? Join the bullies. Nobody will dare say anything to you out of the fear of getting their jaw broken.”
“But then it backfired,” Takanori continued for him.
“Yes. Now it did. I thought I could just keep up the façade for another year, pretend I was one of them, but then I got a boyfriend. Speaking of, Takanori, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Why did you make me become your boyfriend?”
“I already told you, Suzuki,” Takanori started, but Akira dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
“You told me you wanted protection, that if I was your boyfriend people wouldn't dare bully you, but today you told me that you don't really get bullied, that you can defend yourself.”
Takanori frowned annoyed at Akira, clearly not having expected him to figure that out. “Maybe I'm just lonely,” he hissed, and they shared a heated glare before Yutaka interrupted them.
“Guys, it's past eleven, should we maybe go to bed?”
“Fine,” Takanori grumbled, stomping off to the bathroom, leaving Akira to stare questioningly at Yutaka.
“He'd never been kissed before he met you,” Yutaka whispered, hoping Takanori didn't hear them. “He's always been curious about what it's like to have a boyfriend. Hand-holding, kissing, all that cute stuff.”
“Oh.” That was the last thing Akira said that day.
Chapter: 6/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor
Rating: PG-13 (for now, though will be NC-17 in later chapters)
Warnings: MxM kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing (for now)
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: I don't even own BD. Yet.
Comment: A wild update appeared!
I haven't had a writer's block in a while and I'm taking advantage of it muhahaha! I know it's rather short, but I figured if I can write short chapters and actually post them regularly, it's better than trying to beat myself up forcing out longer ones.
“How long have you been standing there?” Akira snapped, glaring at Takanori, who glared right back.
“Long enough to hear that your best friend is trying to find you.” Akira almost sighed when he realised Takanori hadn't heard him rambling about his feelings. Takanori didn't need to know.
“He went to my house.”
“Did your parents spill the beans?”
“There are no beans to spill. I never told them where I am.”
“Good. Kouyou most likely won't find you. Nobody from school knows where I live, and he's too dumb to look it up on the net.”
Akira snorted as he was forced to agree with Takanori. Yeah, Kouyou would never think about that. “But I will still see him on Monday.”
Takanori stared up at the sky for a while, deep in thought. “We'll think about something. In the meantime, I think it's best for all of us if we just try to forget everything that happened.” And in a second, his face softened and he smiled sweetly. “Anyone want to watch a film?”
Both Yutaka and Akira stared at him in utter bewilderment before a wide grin stretched over Yutaka's face. “Ooh, ooh, can we watch Titanic again?”
Akira noticed the brief look of annoyance that passed on Takanori's face before it softened again. Yutaka didn't. “Sure we can.”
Yutaka was already halfway home, skipping happily while Takanori let a groan slip. “If he annoys you, why do you let him choose?”
“Because,” Takanori started, picking up the bag Yutaka had left on the grass and walking after him. “I like seeing him smile. He deserves it.”
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Akira trotted after him. He had to agree. Yutaka's happiness was definitely contagious. However, he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen when he got back to school on Monday. He would have to come up with a plan. Maybe if he made sure to stay near a teacher, Kouyou and Yuu wouldn't dare touch him. Or maybe they just wouldn't give a fuck about the teachers.
He could skip school, sure, but not for the rest of his life. At some point, Akira was just going to have to stand up to them. Take it like a man. No matter how much he wanted to hide away, he knew he couldn't do it forever.
Akira was snapped out of his thoughts as Takanori grabbed his hand, pulling him to walk faster. “Come on, Yutaka is probably making popcorn already.”
¨
Akira had never watched Titanic before. He had never given two shits about a film about a sinking ship. It seemed stupid to him. He preferred films with plot, action, something. And he wasn't a big fan of romance. But as Akira sat on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate, forced to watch with threats of getting his balls removed if he didn't, Akira decided one thing for certain right away.
He hated this film.
“I wish I had a boyfriend like that,” Yutaka sighed dreamily as he watched the main characters engage in some sappy dialogue at the front of the ship. “Leonardo DiCaprio is so hooot.”
“Even when they're fucking in the car?” Takanori grinned at Yutaka's embarrassed whine.
“Taka!” Yutaka blushed. He was sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. He had ran home and showered off the dirty water from the pond and put on fresh clothes. He was boasting for fifteen minutes straight about how clever it was of him to bring an extra shift, and Takanori had been rolling his eyes at him all the while. Then they had made hot chocolate and sat down in the living room, Akira and Takanori on the couch, Yutaka on the floor, even though there was room for three on the sofa.
Bored and tired of paying attention to the TV, Akira turned slightly to watch Takanori out of the corner of his eye. Takanori was actually watching the film, a relaxed expression on his face. Akira smiled seeing him so relaxed, arms uncrossed and shoulders down. Takanori was always so tense, he seemed like he was on guard 90% of the time. There were no wrinkles on his face now, and as Akira turned his head to fully look at him, he noticed how pretty Takanori was. His slightly chubby cheeks, the soft slope of his chin, his perfectly shaped nose and plush, inviting lips.
It was true, Takanori was a bad kisser. But Akira loved the taste of his lips. He loved the tingles of electricity that ran through his body when he kissed Takanori. He loved kissing Takanori, but he would never admit it. His pride would never allow him.
The film ended, and they talked for about an hour after that. The conversation was comfortable, Takanori interviewing Yutaka about everything that had happened at school all week and Akira listening with mild curiosity. At some point, the door opened and Takanori's mother came in, smiling sweetly.
“Hello boys. Yutaka, how's things at home?”
Yutaka bowed his head and smiled widely. “Fine, thank you.”
As soon as she had disappeared into the kitchen, Akira turned to Takanori. “Your mother works in the weekends?”
“Since dad left we haven't had a lot of money,” Takanori shrugged. “She needs two jobs, or we would lose the house.”
“Oh.” Akira really had nothing better to say. He felt sorry for her. It couldn't be easy, having a child all alone, he responsibility of being someone's support, their idol, their rolemodel, and at the same time trying to balance their finances. It was a wonder she still had the energy to smile.
~
Yutaka had cooked dinner, and although Akira was puzzled, he didn't complain. Yutaka was a good cook. And when he saw the smile on miss Matsumoto's face when she realised she didn't have to make dinner today, he had to smile himself.
Now he was sitting on Takanori's bed, Takanori and Yutaka seated in front of him, chatting lazily.
“Hey guys, how about a game of truth or dare?” Yutaka suggested, and Akira widened his eyes in horror.
“Isn't that a girl thing? You know, like fixing each other's hair and discussing hot guys?”
“It's a gay thing, too,” Takanori frowned. “Especially discussing hot guys.”
“Really?” Akira couldn't help the sarcastic tone in his voice. “So you two are holding yourselves back now?”
“If you weren't here, we'd be discussing your abs right now,” Takanori nodded, to which Yutaka blushed and ducked his head, and Akira stared incredulously at him.
“What?!”
“I told you, Suzuki. You're one of the hottest guys at school and if Yutaka weren't so shy he'd be jealously growling at me right now.”
“Taka, stop!” Yutaka looked like he was about to punch Takanori, and he bowed his head even more, hiding his face behind his bangs. “He doesn't need to know-”
“That you have a crush on him?”
“Had,” Yutaka corrected. “I'm not one to steal away my best friend's boyfriend.”
“Such a gentleman,” Takanori giggled. “So are you up for it or are you going to chicken out, Suzuki?”
“What?” All this while, Akira had been watching them dumbfounded, his jaw about to hit the floor.
Takanori rolled his eyes. “Truth or dare.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“I go first since it was my idea!” Yutaka chirped, and Takanori nodded. “Taka?”
“Truth,” Takanori said with a shrug.
“No fair, I know almost everything about you,” Yutaka pouted. “Is it true that you and Akira kissed?”
Nodding, Takanori turned to Akira. “My turn. Suzuki?”
“Um, truth?”
“Am I the first guy you've ever kissed?”
“Yes,” Akira replied hastily. “Takanori?”
“Truth.”
Akira's question rolled off his tongue as if he had been practising it in his head all day. “How do you know you're gay?”
Takanori looked slightly puzzled by the question, chewing his lip before he replied. “I don't know. I like guys. I find guys attractive. I want to be fucked in the ass by a big dick.”
Yutaka was blushing so much Akira thought his face was going to catch fire any minute, and just then, Takanori turned to him, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Truth,” Yutaka blurted out quickly, making Takanori grin.
“Have you ever had sexual thoughts about another man?”
Yutaka gaped at Takanori until Takanori burst out laughing, clapping his hands in amusement. “Idon'tknowmaybeyes! Anyway. Akira?”
Only too happy to save Yutaka from the awkward situation, Akira hastily answered “truth.”
“Oh come on, it won't be any fun if nobody takes dare,” Takanori pouted.
“Well then why don't you do it yourself?” Akira rolled his eyes before he gave up. “Fine. Dare, then.”
“I dare you to tickle Taka,” Yutaka grinned, and Akira caught up on the evil plan easily.
“No, wait, Yutaka, take that back I-” Takanori didn't have enough breath to say anything else, as he was spending what little he had laughing like a hyena. Akira straddled him and held his arms still with one hand, tickling his sides with the other. “Stop! Mercy! Please!” Takanori yelled between giggles, and when Akira decided he'd had enough, he sat back on the futon, letting poor Takanori catch his breath again.
“Yutaka, truth or dare?”
“Truth?”
“Ummm...” Akira was wondering what to ask when it suddenly hit him like lightning from a clear sky. “Why do you think you suddenly switched schools?”
Yutaka was staring at him wide-eyed while Takanori was desperately trying to signal Akira that that was a bad question. He was waving his hands and making throat-slitting motions, and Akira almost wanted to laugh, but it was drowned out by Yutaka's whispered reply. “Takanori said something to my parents.”
An awkward silence hung in the air for a while, before Takanori gave a slow nod, pursing his lips and shooting a worried glance at Yutaka. “How long have you known?”
“I guess I figured it out a while ago. Since I ended up in the hospital, my parents have hated you. Don't worry. I'm not mad. I just wish you had told me first.”
“I'm sorry, Yutaka. I just needed to get you away.”
Nodding, Yutaka chewed the inside of his cheek, and Akira once again wondered how badly injured his mouth really was. “Okay Taka, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to tell me why you ran away after reading Akira's texts today.”
“No, you can't do that! That's truth!” Takanori protested, but Yutaka shook his head.
“I dared you. You can't refuse.”
After a couple of seconds, Takanori let out a deep sigh. “Because Kouyou and Yuu had texted him and told him they were going to save him from me, that I was trying to 'turn him' or use him for sex.”
Yutaka nodded, patting Takanori's back. “Ignore those jerks. What do they know?”
“Suzuki,” Takanori asked, eager to move on.
“Truth.”
“Why are you still friends with those two?”
It was obvious enough who Takanori was talking about, and Akira's brows furrowed as he glared at Takanori. “Who says I still am?”
“Why were you then?”
“...” Akira's mouth flapped like a stranded fish, and he looked awkwardly at the floor biting his lip. “I don't want to tell you.”
Takanori rose an eyebrow. “You have to, it's part of the game. If it's any consolation, I promise I won't tell anyone else or judge you for it. I'm just curious.”
Akira took his time, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he spoke quietly. “I needed them. My parents kept repeating over and over again that if I didn't get any friends, they would never speak to me again. And I needed social status. I needed people to be afraid of me. I couldn't go to school knowing that I was a potential victim, so what's the best thing to do? Join the bullies. Nobody will dare say anything to you out of the fear of getting their jaw broken.”
“But then it backfired,” Takanori continued for him.
“Yes. Now it did. I thought I could just keep up the façade for another year, pretend I was one of them, but then I got a boyfriend. Speaking of, Takanori, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Why did you make me become your boyfriend?”
“I already told you, Suzuki,” Takanori started, but Akira dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
“You told me you wanted protection, that if I was your boyfriend people wouldn't dare bully you, but today you told me that you don't really get bullied, that you can defend yourself.”
Takanori frowned annoyed at Akira, clearly not having expected him to figure that out. “Maybe I'm just lonely,” he hissed, and they shared a heated glare before Yutaka interrupted them.
“Guys, it's past eleven, should we maybe go to bed?”
“Fine,” Takanori grumbled, stomping off to the bathroom, leaving Akira to stare questioningly at Yutaka.
“He'd never been kissed before he met you,” Yutaka whispered, hoping Takanori didn't hear them. “He's always been curious about what it's like to have a boyfriend. Hand-holding, kissing, all that cute stuff.”
“Oh.” That was the last thing Akira said that day.