Every set of pajamas has a silver lining! [R; Gintoki/Hijikata]
Title: Every set of pajamas has a silver lining!
By: worblehat
Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: Gintoki/Hijikata
Rating: R
Notes: Written with starfreckled's prompt: pajamas.
Summary: A fight over the last pair leads to an exciting night of stalking.
Word Count: 1,230
"Let go."
"You let go."
"I'll slice your arm off," threatened Hijikata.
"I'll use it to choke you to death," Gintoki countered, his voice low and apathetic.
Both tugged at the last pair of black, silver-edged pajamas.
"You should let go," said Gintoki. "This would obviously compliment my hair colour and natural skin tone."
"Are you kidding?" snorted Hijikata. "It's black - like my hair. Obviously I'm better suited to wear it."
"Excuse me?"
Both turned to face the small shop master who was eying them warily. "I have a second pair here."
He was met with momentary silence.
"See? He brought you a second pair," said Gintoki.
"It looks like your size," said Hijikata. "You should definitely take it."
"We're the same size," Gintoki responded, frowning.
"You have wider hips."
"HOW DARE YOU-"
A purple umbrella came into contact with a tanned knee as the edge of a sword hit Hijikata in the stomach.
"Now, now, children," said Okita. "Play nicely."
"Sougo, I'm going to -"
Another oomph! was heard as Hijikata sank to the floor, Gintoki laughing briefly before Kagura's umbrella hit him squarely in the chin. They remained on the floor as the two walked off; they looked at each other.
"Let go."
"No, you let go."
-
It had taken two hours and several punches to various body parts before both men had let go, each purchasing an individual, matching set of pajamas. Hijikata left the store, gripping his bag tightly, heading smartly to work.
He checked on his newest purchase every few minutes, making sure that it hadn't been stolen. As he headed home, he lit a cigarette, yawning; he would enjoy tonight, in his new black pajamas with the silver lining.
He put them on almost immediately, sitting around for a bit, taking his time to brush his teeth, floss, brush again and slip beneath his mayonnaise-print sheets. The night was perfect: calm, silent and comfortable.
Body tense, he glanced around the room, shooting out and reaching for the darkness in the corner of his room. He swore as something large and human-shaped landed on top of him. It took a few moments to sort out which limbs belonged to who, and Hijikata soon found himself face-to-face with a guilty grin framed by permed hair.
"You!"
"Sleeping well, Hijikata-kun?" asked Gintoki nervously as the grip on his wrist tightened.
"Why are you in my room?" demanded the vice-captain.
"Funny story," said Gintoki. "I was sitting outside, minding my own business when this ghost suddenly started chasing me out of nowhere; and this midget appeared and said I had to -"
"Bullshit," interrupted Hijikata. "What are you really doing here?"
"I'm here to steal back what's rightfully mine," Gintoki answered dramatically.
"...You're not taking my mayo."
"This isn't about mayo!" said Gintoki. "It's about you stealing my style!"
"Your style?" repeated Hijikata blankly. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're wearing my pajamas!"
Hijikata frowned. "These are my pajamas. I paid for them. Yours are..." He looked up at Gintoki. "You're wearing yours, idiot."
"Take yours off! It belongs to me!" said Gintoki, his free hand beginning to undo the buttons at the top of Hijikata's pajama top.
"Stop undressing me!"
"This is mine!"
"You already have one!"
"I need a spare!"
"No, you don't!" Hijikata struggled, swearing when he realised his hands were pinned above his head.
"...Is it just me?" asked Gintoki after a few seconds.
"Is what just you?" Hijikata responded in annoyance. "Stalking?"
"No. This...." Gintoki blushed. "I'm kind of turned on."
Whatever Hijikata had been expecting to hear, it wasn't that.
"Maybe it's the fabric..." muttered Gintoki. He glanced at Hijikata, rolling his hips forward experimentally. "...But this feels really good. ...You should try it."
"...No."
"Eh? Why not?"
"Why not?" Hijikata bristled. "We're both men and... It's..."
Gintoki began to rock back and forth shallowly. Despite his vague protests, Hijikata had to admit, it did feel pretty good. He barely noticed when a few minutes had gone by and that Gintoki's hand was at his stomach, fingers tugging playfully at his pajama bottoms.
The dark eyes lit under Hijikata's uncertain gaze. "Should I stop?" asked Gintoki.
"..."
A firm thumb slipped over the head of his cock. "Well?"
"If you stop, I'll kill you," hissed Hijikata. His head fell back against the pillow and Gintoki stripped him of his pajamas - keeping them in sight, so as to avoid theft - and removing his pajamas as well, his body heating up against Hijikata's own as he climbed on top once more.
Hijikata's hips rested on the other man's hips, drawing him down as he pressed upward, enjoying the awkward, thick friction of their erections rubbing together. He moaned as a callused hand wrapped around him, stroking expertly; he moved one of his hands to Gintoki's cock, wrist twisting around the head, eliciting moans from the former samurai.
"Didn't know...you were so good at this...Hijikata-kun," gasped Gintoki, struggling to keep himself upright while keeping his hand moving. He looked down, noting the similar movements of their hands. Does he have to copy me on everything? he wondered, smirking a little.
"Mmm," murmured Hijikata, unable to say much more as the tension pooled in his stomach, his whole body stopping before it spilled forth - wet and heavy against Gintoki's stomach. A mirrored stickiness fell onto his own stomach, spilling across toned muscles.
"...You do have a towel or something, don't you?" said Gintoki.
"In the bathroom," answered Hijikata.
"You don't keep one near the bed?" asked Gintoki. "What kind of preparation is that?"
"I wasn't expecting this!"
"You should always expect pajama sex."
"...That doesn't even make sense," sighed Hijikata. "Now go get me a towel."
"You do it."
"You're the one on top."
"...Heh." Gintoki smiled triumphantly. He fell to the floor with a loud noise as Hijikata pushed him off, walking towards the bathroom. When he returned, it was with a towel and a sword. "Taking something with you?"
Gintoki stopped, still naked, his foot on the windowsill: two pairs of pajamas in hand. "Umm..."
Hijikata stepped forward, grabbing both pairs; sword still very much in hand.
"Hey! One of those is mine!" protested Gintoki.
"I'm holding it hostage," said Hijikata calmly.
"What am I supposed to wear now?"
"That's not my problem," said Hijikata, wiping himself off and heading back to bed.
"I can't walk home naked!"
"Then don't go home," mumbled a sleepy Hijikata. In the ensuing silence, he began to drift off, hands still clamped tight around both sets of pajamas.
He opened one bleary eye as something warm slid against his leg; after a few moments, he recognised it as another leg. Gintoki moved closer. "All right, bastard," he grumbled. "Let go of the pajamas and I'll hold you."
Hijikata blinked with one eye.
"That's what you want, isn't it?"
Slowly, he let go of the pajamas, throwing them back over his shoulder. Gintoki moved in, a tired yet sated grin on his lips as he tugged the dark-haired man closer.
"You're the one with wider hips," he said, lips meeting softly against Hijikata's; expecting the sharp bite to his lower lip that followed.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: Gintoki/Hijikata
Rating: R
Notes: Written with starfreckled's prompt: pajamas.
Summary: A fight over the last pair leads to an exciting night of stalking.
Word Count: 1,230
"Let go."
"You let go."
"I'll slice your arm off," threatened Hijikata.
"I'll use it to choke you to death," Gintoki countered, his voice low and apathetic.
Both tugged at the last pair of black, silver-edged pajamas.
"You should let go," said Gintoki. "This would obviously compliment my hair colour and natural skin tone."
"Are you kidding?" snorted Hijikata. "It's black - like my hair. Obviously I'm better suited to wear it."
"Excuse me?"
Both turned to face the small shop master who was eying them warily. "I have a second pair here."
He was met with momentary silence.
"See? He brought you a second pair," said Gintoki.
"It looks like your size," said Hijikata. "You should definitely take it."
"We're the same size," Gintoki responded, frowning.
"You have wider hips."
"HOW DARE YOU-"
A purple umbrella came into contact with a tanned knee as the edge of a sword hit Hijikata in the stomach.
"Now, now, children," said Okita. "Play nicely."
"Sougo, I'm going to -"
Another oomph! was heard as Hijikata sank to the floor, Gintoki laughing briefly before Kagura's umbrella hit him squarely in the chin. They remained on the floor as the two walked off; they looked at each other.
"Let go."
"No, you let go."
-
It had taken two hours and several punches to various body parts before both men had let go, each purchasing an individual, matching set of pajamas. Hijikata left the store, gripping his bag tightly, heading smartly to work.
He checked on his newest purchase every few minutes, making sure that it hadn't been stolen. As he headed home, he lit a cigarette, yawning; he would enjoy tonight, in his new black pajamas with the silver lining.
He put them on almost immediately, sitting around for a bit, taking his time to brush his teeth, floss, brush again and slip beneath his mayonnaise-print sheets. The night was perfect: calm, silent and comfortable.
Body tense, he glanced around the room, shooting out and reaching for the darkness in the corner of his room. He swore as something large and human-shaped landed on top of him. It took a few moments to sort out which limbs belonged to who, and Hijikata soon found himself face-to-face with a guilty grin framed by permed hair.
"You!"
"Sleeping well, Hijikata-kun?" asked Gintoki nervously as the grip on his wrist tightened.
"Why are you in my room?" demanded the vice-captain.
"Funny story," said Gintoki. "I was sitting outside, minding my own business when this ghost suddenly started chasing me out of nowhere; and this midget appeared and said I had to -"
"Bullshit," interrupted Hijikata. "What are you really doing here?"
"I'm here to steal back what's rightfully mine," Gintoki answered dramatically.
"...You're not taking my mayo."
"This isn't about mayo!" said Gintoki. "It's about you stealing my style!"
"Your style?" repeated Hijikata blankly. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're wearing my pajamas!"
Hijikata frowned. "These are my pajamas. I paid for them. Yours are..." He looked up at Gintoki. "You're wearing yours, idiot."
"Take yours off! It belongs to me!" said Gintoki, his free hand beginning to undo the buttons at the top of Hijikata's pajama top.
"Stop undressing me!"
"This is mine!"
"You already have one!"
"I need a spare!"
"No, you don't!" Hijikata struggled, swearing when he realised his hands were pinned above his head.
"...Is it just me?" asked Gintoki after a few seconds.
"Is what just you?" Hijikata responded in annoyance. "Stalking?"
"No. This...." Gintoki blushed. "I'm kind of turned on."
Whatever Hijikata had been expecting to hear, it wasn't that.
"Maybe it's the fabric..." muttered Gintoki. He glanced at Hijikata, rolling his hips forward experimentally. "...But this feels really good. ...You should try it."
"...No."
"Eh? Why not?"
"Why not?" Hijikata bristled. "We're both men and... It's..."
Gintoki began to rock back and forth shallowly. Despite his vague protests, Hijikata had to admit, it did feel pretty good. He barely noticed when a few minutes had gone by and that Gintoki's hand was at his stomach, fingers tugging playfully at his pajama bottoms.
The dark eyes lit under Hijikata's uncertain gaze. "Should I stop?" asked Gintoki.
"..."
A firm thumb slipped over the head of his cock. "Well?"
"If you stop, I'll kill you," hissed Hijikata. His head fell back against the pillow and Gintoki stripped him of his pajamas - keeping them in sight, so as to avoid theft - and removing his pajamas as well, his body heating up against Hijikata's own as he climbed on top once more.
Hijikata's hips rested on the other man's hips, drawing him down as he pressed upward, enjoying the awkward, thick friction of their erections rubbing together. He moaned as a callused hand wrapped around him, stroking expertly; he moved one of his hands to Gintoki's cock, wrist twisting around the head, eliciting moans from the former samurai.
"Didn't know...you were so good at this...Hijikata-kun," gasped Gintoki, struggling to keep himself upright while keeping his hand moving. He looked down, noting the similar movements of their hands. Does he have to copy me on everything? he wondered, smirking a little.
"Mmm," murmured Hijikata, unable to say much more as the tension pooled in his stomach, his whole body stopping before it spilled forth - wet and heavy against Gintoki's stomach. A mirrored stickiness fell onto his own stomach, spilling across toned muscles.
"...You do have a towel or something, don't you?" said Gintoki.
"In the bathroom," answered Hijikata.
"You don't keep one near the bed?" asked Gintoki. "What kind of preparation is that?"
"I wasn't expecting this!"
"You should always expect pajama sex."
"...That doesn't even make sense," sighed Hijikata. "Now go get me a towel."
"You do it."
"You're the one on top."
"...Heh." Gintoki smiled triumphantly. He fell to the floor with a loud noise as Hijikata pushed him off, walking towards the bathroom. When he returned, it was with a towel and a sword. "Taking something with you?"
Gintoki stopped, still naked, his foot on the windowsill: two pairs of pajamas in hand. "Umm..."
Hijikata stepped forward, grabbing both pairs; sword still very much in hand.
"Hey! One of those is mine!" protested Gintoki.
"I'm holding it hostage," said Hijikata calmly.
"What am I supposed to wear now?"
"That's not my problem," said Hijikata, wiping himself off and heading back to bed.
"I can't walk home naked!"
"Then don't go home," mumbled a sleepy Hijikata. In the ensuing silence, he began to drift off, hands still clamped tight around both sets of pajamas.
He opened one bleary eye as something warm slid against his leg; after a few moments, he recognised it as another leg. Gintoki moved closer. "All right, bastard," he grumbled. "Let go of the pajamas and I'll hold you."
Hijikata blinked with one eye.
"That's what you want, isn't it?"
Slowly, he let go of the pajamas, throwing them back over his shoulder. Gintoki moved in, a tired yet sated grin on his lips as he tugged the dark-haired man closer.
"You're the one with wider hips," he said, lips meeting softly against Hijikata's; expecting the sharp bite to his lower lip that followed.