Naked Friend Friday
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,395
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Naked Friend Friday
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation, Maki Murakami does. I don’t make any money from this fanfic. This disclaimer applies for all future chapters of this fanfic.
Genre: Comedy
Pairings: Yuki x Shu, Tatsuha x Ryu, K x Hiro
A/N: I needed cheering up again, so here it is—another story set in The Bet universe. You don’t have to read The Bet to understand this story, but do know that it’s quite silly and liberties are taken. PURISTS BE WARNED! If you’ve read The Bet and are looking for more punishment, welcome back! I’ve missed you!
The story so far: Hiro, trying to woo Shuichi away from Yuki in “Hiro Breaks It Down!” inadvertently set off a series of events that resulted in Bad Luck having the best selling album of the year due to a song called “So Fine,” that featured Ryuichi Sakuma. In the weeks after “The Great Event” as Hiro’s Plan B to make Shu fall for him became known, Yuki decided to make a go of it with Shu and work on their relationship. The road to romantic bliss however was fraught with missteps including a bet between him and Tatsuha to see who could keep from having sex the longest in “The Bet.” This idiotic decision had near disastrous results for his and Shu’s as well as Tatsuha and Ryuichi’s relationship. Everything turned out alright in the end, but the random acts of stupidity that threatened to derail both sets of relationships are far from over.
This story is set a short time after “The Bet” during which the video for the “So Fine” release is about to be made and Yuki and Shu continue to work on their domestic situation in spite of another result of “The Bet”-- a little weekly get together known as Naked Friend Friday…
*** ***
Chapter 1: Random Acts of Stupidity
Monday Night.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ahh, ahhhhh…K…” K had Hiro bent over the kitchen table. The table was set with the beginnings of dinner--a couple of plates, a couple of bowls, a couple of glasses, a basket of rolls…
…Every time you are near…
It was also set with a couple of men loudly and hotly going for theirs. Hiro, bent over the table face down, was sans shirt and rapidly moving towards sans pants as K worked him from the back. K covered Hiro with his body, pulling Hiro’s hips to him and grinding his own hips against him, furiously working his man up into a frenzy even as he was working his zipper down in a hurry.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
K flipped Hiro over with a rough quickness and hoisted him full on to the table. Rolls went everywhere…
…Every time you are near…
“Wait!” Hiro deftly caught the glasses before they joined the rolls. “These are the last two you have left!”
K climbed onto the table over Hiro and yanked his pants the rest of the way down, instantly exposing a swollen feast of hard flesh.
“You’re going commando today!” K exclaimed breathlessly, happy to discover his appetizer naked beneath his jeans. “I love it when you plan ahead!” He went down on Hiro like a starving man who’d suddenly found a steak dinner and a bottle of A-1 Sauce.
Hiro promptly dropped the glasses.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ahh…ahh…mmm….K…”
…Every time you are near…
“Ahh…are…aren’t you going …nnnh...GODS HELP ME!” Hiro squeezed his eyes shut against the stars that were shooting before them.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Hiro tried again. “Aren’t…aha…hahhh…aren’tyougoingtogetthatAHYESS!!!”
K mumbled a response. It sounded suspiciously like “..fuck ‘em” but between him talking with his mouth full, Hiro’s heavy panting and the sound of the last dish in the house shattering on the floor, it was hard to be sure.
…Every time you are near…
“It…pant…pant…uhh! Yourphoneisstillringinganditcouldbeimportant! Ahh HARDER!”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
K’s cell phone *was* still ringing. Whoever it was hadn’t let the voicemail pick up. They’d simply hung up and redialed the number.
…Every time you are near…
K licked his way back up Hiro.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
He stuck a hot tongue into Hiro’s belly button.
…Every time you are near…
Hiro wound his hands through K’s hair, pulling him deeper, sliding him closer…
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ahh…ahhh….uhh…hmm…” Hiro started to lose momentum.
…Every time you are near…
K was still going for his, either unaware or unconcerned that Hiro had stopped.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“K?”
…Every time you are near…
“Answer the phone K.”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Answer the phone K!”
K jerked his head up, obviously distressed. He was close to exploding for a variety of reasons.
The phone stopped ringing.
“Ha!” K dove back in.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Shit!” K leaped off the table dragging Hiro, whose hands were still wound in his hair, with him.
“Hands! Hands!” Hiro yelled trying to disentangle himself from the blonde mess that was storming across the room to his phone.
K snatched up the cell.
“What?!”
He listened to the frantic voice on the other end of the line while he and Hiro danced around each other trying to sort out whose parts belonged to who and whose whatchamathingy was caught where.
“HE DID WHAT?” K shot up straight—red and blonde hair went everywhere. “I’ll be right there!”
“What’s wrong?” Hiro asked as K raced around the flat throwing on clothes and grabbing keys.
“Shuichi…Yuki…fight…crying…refusing interview tomorrow; Suguru quitting…”
Hiro put the rest together with a sigh. He stood by the door and held out K’s jacket and Mary Ann, K’s quick errand .22. K grabbed both and bolted out the door.
“Stay hot, be right back!”
Hiro watched his man fly down the hallway, then shut the door behind him. He went back to the kitchen and ignoring the shattered mess of glass and plate ware, picked up a couple of rolls that were only slightly battered from the floor.
Then, sighing again, he turned out the light and went to bed.
Early the next morning, K returned home--exhausted, weary and minus two bullets. He found his dinner waiting for him on his pillow—one cold, slightly battered roll and his dessert—one hot, very asleep Hiro in the bed beside it.
He frowned at both.
Interview–1, Sex-0.
*** ***
Tuesday Night.
“Hiro…”
K slid down on the sofa and gave Hiro all the room he needed to continue his slow, languorous flight south. At the moment, K’s redhead was on a layover at the side of K’s neck--running two moist lips back and forth over the hot skin there, flicking a soft tongue back and forth in quick whips that was slowly driving K insane.
“Ahhh…” K sighed. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and welcomed insanity.
Hiro, keeping up his torturous assault on both K’s neck and his mental status, straddled his man and began grinding him to the rhythm of each lick, each swirl, each nip…
“Ohhh…” K didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to keep his hands to himself, but he was extremely happy to let Hiro help him find out.
Hiro slid down K making sure to hit every bump and curve along the way to his destination between K’s legs. Raising K’s shirt, he dove under the cloth with both hands, grabbing and twisting K’s nipples while he bit and pulled at the hardness beneath K’s pants.
“Mmm…” K began to sweat as he writhed beneath Hiro, panting and moaning while his man worked him.
“K…” Hiro called softly. K opened his eyes and looked down. Getting his attention, Hiro caught K’s eyes with his own and smiled as he took K’s zipper into his teeth and raked it down slowly, notch…after notch…after notch…
“Uhh…”
Erotic torture…
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Human torture…
…Every time you are near…
K closed his eyes and cursed.
Hiro ignored the phone and kept going--finishing off the zipper at first base and rounding the opening of K’s underwear at second. He looked at the third base coach who was hard, erect and happily waving him in.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Rolling past third without a second thought, Hiro did a flying dive and slid home.
…Every time you are near…
“Shit!” K’s breath did a ragged intake as Hiro’s tongue met hot, rigid flesh.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ah! Goddammit!” K opened his cell. “Hello…(pant…pant)…nnnhhh?” K’s efforts to keep himself together were quickly falling apart.
Hiro licked K with a broad tongue from the bottom up and began treating his man like a well-stacked ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day….
“Ohmigod…(pant)…uhh…” Suddenly K sat up. “OH MY GOD! HE DID WHAT?!”
Hiro closed *his* eyes and cursed.
“I’ll be right there!” K closed his phone and looked down at Hiro. “Sorry, Sexy.” He bit his lip to hold back the tears of unfulfillment and wiggled his way out of Hiro’s hold.
Hiro sighed and nodded. “What’s wrong this time?” he asked as K raced around the flat throwing on clothes and grabbing keys.
“Ryuichi…Tatsuha…dick caught in drain…”
Hiro just shook his head, refusing to be perplexed. He stood by the door and held out K’s jacket and Ginger, K’s task manager .38.
K grabbed both and bolted out the door.
“Stay hot, be right back!”
Hiro watched his man fly down the hallway, then shut the door behind him. He sighed and straightened the cushions on the couch.
Then, sighing again, he turned out the light and went to bed.
Early the next morning, K returned home--exhausted, weary and minus four bullets and a bottle of Drano. He found his dinner waiting for him on his pillow—three cold rice balls and his dessert—one hot, very asleep Hiro in the bed beside them.
He grit his teeth at both.
Kitchen Sink Drain–1, Sex-0.
*** ***
Wednesday Night.
Hiro sat on the sofa tuning his guitar, completely ignoring K who sat across from him on the loveseat fuming. For the past two nights both he and Hiro had been driving hell-bent-for-leather down the fast lane to coitus maximus and each night for the past two nights, due to outside circumstances, they’d been involuntarily detoured to the off ramp of coitus interruptus and both times had ended up at the dead end of coitus stopped-us.
And right now, sitting there and not so much as even giving K the time of day or acknowledging his very presence, Hiro had K indefinitely stuck in traffic at the construction roadblock of coitus no-fucking-way-us.
K sat across from Hiro getting testier and testier with each passing second that his man continued to ignore him.
He opened his mouth to speak. Hiro bent his head down further.
K opened his mouth again. Hiro tuned harder.
“But, Hiro…” K spat out finally, trying again for the umpteenth time.
Hiro “hmphed!” and turned to the left.
“It’s not my fault!” he cried.
Hiro “hmphed!” and turned to the right.
“I know these interruptions have been going on for awhile now, but I HAD to go, Hiro! If it hadn’t been for that little face-to-face between Yuki and Mary Ann, Bad Luck wouldn’t have had their magazine interview yesterday and because of Ginger and a bottle of Drano, Tatsuha’s dick is back on his body and somewhere inside Ryuichi right now instead of floating out to sea like it was trying to do!”
Seemingly oblivious, Hiro tightened a peg on his axe.
K flopped back into his chair. Ok, he thought. Two can play at this game.
He unzipped his pants and freed himself from his cloth restrictions.
Hiro didn’t look up, but a sharply raised brow told K that he had Hiro’s attention. Now to get his “undivided” attention.
K watched Hiro continue to ignore him while he tuned. When Hiro slid a finger up a string, K slid a finger up himself. When Hiro turned a peg, K slid a hand down on himself and twisted--slowly. When Hiro strummed a note, K strummed himself and accompanied it with a note of his own.
“Ahhhh!” he sang out loud, for the most part on key. He frowned. “A little flat, isn’t it? I was going for an OHHHHhhhhh!” K threw his head back and closed his eyes as he kicked out the note with exaggerated horniness.
He opened his eyes and smiled at Hiro who was looking directly at him.
“That’s better.”
Hiro laughed in spite of himself. He quickly smothered the rest of it and tried to regain the upper hand. He looked away and shifted a little, trying to keep his eyes on the task at hand, but every time he did something on his guitar, he could see K mimicking his actions on his own… “instrument” out of the corner of his eye.
Despite his efforts to the contrary, Hiro began to definitely get interested in the situation. *All* of him began to definitely get interested in the situation.
Hiro tried to avert his eyes. K shifted to keep in his line of sight.
Hiro tried closing his eyes. K moaned loudly.
Hiro broke out into a sweat. K broke out into a grin.
Finally, Hiro gave in. He put down his guitar and looked over at his man sitting on the loveseat, legs spread open and his own axe erect, ready and in serious need of tuning.
Hiro stood up.
K stood up.
Hiro took a step toward K.
K took a step toward Hiro.
Hiro took another step toward K.
K took another step toward Hiro.
Hiro reached out to touch K’s “guitar,” ready to give it the fine adjustments it was so desperately asking for.
K slid himself forward ready, willing and waiting to hit high notes like he’d never hit them before.
Hiro could feel the heat from K’s body filtering through the very small, very intimate space that separated them. Parting his lips in anticipation, he stood ready to take the last step that would close the gulf between them.
“K…”
K bent down for a kiss.
“Hiro…”
Hiro leaned forward to receive what was reaching for him.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Hiro, who’d been moving toward his man in flushed anticipation, suddenly put his foot down…and kept going--past K, out of the living room, down the hall and into the bedroom.
…Every time you are near?…
A flash of red going by was all K saw. The bedroom door slamming shut was all K heard.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Quietly, wordlessly, K picked up his phone and pushed the call receive button.
Quietly, wordlessly, he listened to the frantic voice on the other end of the line.
Quietly, wordlessly, he hung up and headed toward the front closet.
There, he quietly and wordlessly opened up his “negotiator box.” Then quietly and wordlessly, he grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out taking The Professor, his old skool educator .45, with him.
Quietly and wordlessly he closed the door behind him.
Things were serious--he’d skipped Lovie and Mr. Howell altogether…
Early the next morning, K returned home--exhausted, weary and minus the filling in one of his back teeth, his ponytail scrunchie, his left sock and his right shoe. He went into the bedroom and found absolutely no dinner waiting for him on his pillow and absolutely no dessert--no hot, very asleep Hiro in the bed beside it.
Quietly and wordlessly he pulled out The Professor, pointed it up in the air and fired at the ceiling.
Clickclickclick—no bang!
As it turned out, K was also minus all of his of bullets.
Quietly and wordlessly, K began to cry.
Years off his life-2, Sex-0.
End Chapter 1: Random Acts of Stupidity
Genre: Comedy
Pairings: Yuki x Shu, Tatsuha x Ryu, K x Hiro
A/N: I needed cheering up again, so here it is—another story set in The Bet universe. You don’t have to read The Bet to understand this story, but do know that it’s quite silly and liberties are taken. PURISTS BE WARNED! If you’ve read The Bet and are looking for more punishment, welcome back! I’ve missed you!
The story so far: Hiro, trying to woo Shuichi away from Yuki in “Hiro Breaks It Down!” inadvertently set off a series of events that resulted in Bad Luck having the best selling album of the year due to a song called “So Fine,” that featured Ryuichi Sakuma. In the weeks after “The Great Event” as Hiro’s Plan B to make Shu fall for him became known, Yuki decided to make a go of it with Shu and work on their relationship. The road to romantic bliss however was fraught with missteps including a bet between him and Tatsuha to see who could keep from having sex the longest in “The Bet.” This idiotic decision had near disastrous results for his and Shu’s as well as Tatsuha and Ryuichi’s relationship. Everything turned out alright in the end, but the random acts of stupidity that threatened to derail both sets of relationships are far from over.
This story is set a short time after “The Bet” during which the video for the “So Fine” release is about to be made and Yuki and Shu continue to work on their domestic situation in spite of another result of “The Bet”-- a little weekly get together known as Naked Friend Friday…
*** ***
Chapter 1: Random Acts of Stupidity
Monday Night.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ahh, ahhhhh…K…” K had Hiro bent over the kitchen table. The table was set with the beginnings of dinner--a couple of plates, a couple of bowls, a couple of glasses, a basket of rolls…
…Every time you are near…
It was also set with a couple of men loudly and hotly going for theirs. Hiro, bent over the table face down, was sans shirt and rapidly moving towards sans pants as K worked him from the back. K covered Hiro with his body, pulling Hiro’s hips to him and grinding his own hips against him, furiously working his man up into a frenzy even as he was working his zipper down in a hurry.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
K flipped Hiro over with a rough quickness and hoisted him full on to the table. Rolls went everywhere…
…Every time you are near…
“Wait!” Hiro deftly caught the glasses before they joined the rolls. “These are the last two you have left!”
K climbed onto the table over Hiro and yanked his pants the rest of the way down, instantly exposing a swollen feast of hard flesh.
“You’re going commando today!” K exclaimed breathlessly, happy to discover his appetizer naked beneath his jeans. “I love it when you plan ahead!” He went down on Hiro like a starving man who’d suddenly found a steak dinner and a bottle of A-1 Sauce.
Hiro promptly dropped the glasses.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ahh…ahh…mmm….K…”
…Every time you are near…
“Ahh…are…aren’t you going …nnnh...GODS HELP ME!” Hiro squeezed his eyes shut against the stars that were shooting before them.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Hiro tried again. “Aren’t…aha…hahhh…aren’tyougoingtogetthatAHYESS!!!”
K mumbled a response. It sounded suspiciously like “..fuck ‘em” but between him talking with his mouth full, Hiro’s heavy panting and the sound of the last dish in the house shattering on the floor, it was hard to be sure.
…Every time you are near…
“It…pant…pant…uhh! Yourphoneisstillringinganditcouldbeimportant! Ahh HARDER!”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
K’s cell phone *was* still ringing. Whoever it was hadn’t let the voicemail pick up. They’d simply hung up and redialed the number.
…Every time you are near…
K licked his way back up Hiro.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
He stuck a hot tongue into Hiro’s belly button.
…Every time you are near…
Hiro wound his hands through K’s hair, pulling him deeper, sliding him closer…
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ahh…ahhh….uhh…hmm…” Hiro started to lose momentum.
…Every time you are near…
K was still going for his, either unaware or unconcerned that Hiro had stopped.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“K?”
…Every time you are near…
“Answer the phone K.”
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Answer the phone K!”
K jerked his head up, obviously distressed. He was close to exploding for a variety of reasons.
The phone stopped ringing.
“Ha!” K dove back in.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Shit!” K leaped off the table dragging Hiro, whose hands were still wound in his hair, with him.
“Hands! Hands!” Hiro yelled trying to disentangle himself from the blonde mess that was storming across the room to his phone.
K snatched up the cell.
“What?!”
He listened to the frantic voice on the other end of the line while he and Hiro danced around each other trying to sort out whose parts belonged to who and whose whatchamathingy was caught where.
“HE DID WHAT?” K shot up straight—red and blonde hair went everywhere. “I’ll be right there!”
“What’s wrong?” Hiro asked as K raced around the flat throwing on clothes and grabbing keys.
“Shuichi…Yuki…fight…crying…refusing interview tomorrow; Suguru quitting…”
Hiro put the rest together with a sigh. He stood by the door and held out K’s jacket and Mary Ann, K’s quick errand .22. K grabbed both and bolted out the door.
“Stay hot, be right back!”
Hiro watched his man fly down the hallway, then shut the door behind him. He went back to the kitchen and ignoring the shattered mess of glass and plate ware, picked up a couple of rolls that were only slightly battered from the floor.
Then, sighing again, he turned out the light and went to bed.
Early the next morning, K returned home--exhausted, weary and minus two bullets. He found his dinner waiting for him on his pillow—one cold, slightly battered roll and his dessert—one hot, very asleep Hiro in the bed beside it.
He frowned at both.
Interview–1, Sex-0.
*** ***
Tuesday Night.
“Hiro…”
K slid down on the sofa and gave Hiro all the room he needed to continue his slow, languorous flight south. At the moment, K’s redhead was on a layover at the side of K’s neck--running two moist lips back and forth over the hot skin there, flicking a soft tongue back and forth in quick whips that was slowly driving K insane.
“Ahhh…” K sighed. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and welcomed insanity.
Hiro, keeping up his torturous assault on both K’s neck and his mental status, straddled his man and began grinding him to the rhythm of each lick, each swirl, each nip…
“Ohhh…” K didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to keep his hands to himself, but he was extremely happy to let Hiro help him find out.
Hiro slid down K making sure to hit every bump and curve along the way to his destination between K’s legs. Raising K’s shirt, he dove under the cloth with both hands, grabbing and twisting K’s nipples while he bit and pulled at the hardness beneath K’s pants.
“Mmm…” K began to sweat as he writhed beneath Hiro, panting and moaning while his man worked him.
“K…” Hiro called softly. K opened his eyes and looked down. Getting his attention, Hiro caught K’s eyes with his own and smiled as he took K’s zipper into his teeth and raked it down slowly, notch…after notch…after notch…
“Uhh…”
Erotic torture…
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Human torture…
…Every time you are near…
K closed his eyes and cursed.
Hiro ignored the phone and kept going--finishing off the zipper at first base and rounding the opening of K’s underwear at second. He looked at the third base coach who was hard, erect and happily waving him in.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Rolling past third without a second thought, Hiro did a flying dive and slid home.
…Every time you are near…
“Shit!” K’s breath did a ragged intake as Hiro’s tongue met hot, rigid flesh.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Ah! Goddammit!” K opened his cell. “Hello…(pant…pant)…nnnhhh?” K’s efforts to keep himself together were quickly falling apart.
Hiro licked K with a broad tongue from the bottom up and began treating his man like a well-stacked ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day….
“Ohmigod…(pant)…uhh…” Suddenly K sat up. “OH MY GOD! HE DID WHAT?!”
Hiro closed *his* eyes and cursed.
“I’ll be right there!” K closed his phone and looked down at Hiro. “Sorry, Sexy.” He bit his lip to hold back the tears of unfulfillment and wiggled his way out of Hiro’s hold.
Hiro sighed and nodded. “What’s wrong this time?” he asked as K raced around the flat throwing on clothes and grabbing keys.
“Ryuichi…Tatsuha…dick caught in drain…”
Hiro just shook his head, refusing to be perplexed. He stood by the door and held out K’s jacket and Ginger, K’s task manager .38.
K grabbed both and bolted out the door.
“Stay hot, be right back!”
Hiro watched his man fly down the hallway, then shut the door behind him. He sighed and straightened the cushions on the couch.
Then, sighing again, he turned out the light and went to bed.
Early the next morning, K returned home--exhausted, weary and minus four bullets and a bottle of Drano. He found his dinner waiting for him on his pillow—three cold rice balls and his dessert—one hot, very asleep Hiro in the bed beside them.
He grit his teeth at both.
Kitchen Sink Drain–1, Sex-0.
*** ***
Wednesday Night.
Hiro sat on the sofa tuning his guitar, completely ignoring K who sat across from him on the loveseat fuming. For the past two nights both he and Hiro had been driving hell-bent-for-leather down the fast lane to coitus maximus and each night for the past two nights, due to outside circumstances, they’d been involuntarily detoured to the off ramp of coitus interruptus and both times had ended up at the dead end of coitus stopped-us.
And right now, sitting there and not so much as even giving K the time of day or acknowledging his very presence, Hiro had K indefinitely stuck in traffic at the construction roadblock of coitus no-fucking-way-us.
K sat across from Hiro getting testier and testier with each passing second that his man continued to ignore him.
He opened his mouth to speak. Hiro bent his head down further.
K opened his mouth again. Hiro tuned harder.
“But, Hiro…” K spat out finally, trying again for the umpteenth time.
Hiro “hmphed!” and turned to the left.
“It’s not my fault!” he cried.
Hiro “hmphed!” and turned to the right.
“I know these interruptions have been going on for awhile now, but I HAD to go, Hiro! If it hadn’t been for that little face-to-face between Yuki and Mary Ann, Bad Luck wouldn’t have had their magazine interview yesterday and because of Ginger and a bottle of Drano, Tatsuha’s dick is back on his body and somewhere inside Ryuichi right now instead of floating out to sea like it was trying to do!”
Seemingly oblivious, Hiro tightened a peg on his axe.
K flopped back into his chair. Ok, he thought. Two can play at this game.
He unzipped his pants and freed himself from his cloth restrictions.
Hiro didn’t look up, but a sharply raised brow told K that he had Hiro’s attention. Now to get his “undivided” attention.
K watched Hiro continue to ignore him while he tuned. When Hiro slid a finger up a string, K slid a finger up himself. When Hiro turned a peg, K slid a hand down on himself and twisted--slowly. When Hiro strummed a note, K strummed himself and accompanied it with a note of his own.
“Ahhhh!” he sang out loud, for the most part on key. He frowned. “A little flat, isn’t it? I was going for an OHHHHhhhhh!” K threw his head back and closed his eyes as he kicked out the note with exaggerated horniness.
He opened his eyes and smiled at Hiro who was looking directly at him.
“That’s better.”
Hiro laughed in spite of himself. He quickly smothered the rest of it and tried to regain the upper hand. He looked away and shifted a little, trying to keep his eyes on the task at hand, but every time he did something on his guitar, he could see K mimicking his actions on his own… “instrument” out of the corner of his eye.
Despite his efforts to the contrary, Hiro began to definitely get interested in the situation. *All* of him began to definitely get interested in the situation.
Hiro tried to avert his eyes. K shifted to keep in his line of sight.
Hiro tried closing his eyes. K moaned loudly.
Hiro broke out into a sweat. K broke out into a grin.
Finally, Hiro gave in. He put down his guitar and looked over at his man sitting on the loveseat, legs spread open and his own axe erect, ready and in serious need of tuning.
Hiro stood up.
K stood up.
Hiro took a step toward K.
K took a step toward Hiro.
Hiro took another step toward K.
K took another step toward Hiro.
Hiro reached out to touch K’s “guitar,” ready to give it the fine adjustments it was so desperately asking for.
K slid himself forward ready, willing and waiting to hit high notes like he’d never hit them before.
Hiro could feel the heat from K’s body filtering through the very small, very intimate space that separated them. Parting his lips in anticipation, he stood ready to take the last step that would close the gulf between them.
“K…”
K bent down for a kiss.
“Hiro…”
Hiro leaned forward to receive what was reaching for him.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Hiro, who’d been moving toward his man in flushed anticipation, suddenly put his foot down…and kept going--past K, out of the living room, down the hall and into the bedroom.
…Every time you are near?…
A flash of red going by was all K saw. The bedroom door slamming shut was all K heard.
…Why do birds suddenly appear…
Quietly, wordlessly, K picked up his phone and pushed the call receive button.
Quietly, wordlessly, he listened to the frantic voice on the other end of the line.
Quietly, wordlessly, he hung up and headed toward the front closet.
There, he quietly and wordlessly opened up his “negotiator box.” Then quietly and wordlessly, he grabbed his jacket and keys and headed out taking The Professor, his old skool educator .45, with him.
Quietly and wordlessly he closed the door behind him.
Things were serious--he’d skipped Lovie and Mr. Howell altogether…
Early the next morning, K returned home--exhausted, weary and minus the filling in one of his back teeth, his ponytail scrunchie, his left sock and his right shoe. He went into the bedroom and found absolutely no dinner waiting for him on his pillow and absolutely no dessert--no hot, very asleep Hiro in the bed beside it.
Quietly and wordlessly he pulled out The Professor, pointed it up in the air and fired at the ceiling.
Clickclickclick—no bang!
As it turned out, K was also minus all of his of bullets.
Quietly and wordlessly, K began to cry.
Years off his life-2, Sex-0.
End Chapter 1: Random Acts of Stupidity