An Overlap of Coincidence

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Warnings for boykisses, but heck, you guys knew that was coming!

An Overlap of Coincidence
Chapter Seven

Tamaki talked in his sleep, something that Kyouya had once considered just a little cute but at this moment found annoying. He wanted to sit and think in silence, to consider recent circumstances. But all he could hear was Tamaki murmuring all kinds of nonsense, flopped over his futon and clutching his teddy bear like a little boy. In many ways, Tamaki hadn't grown up at all, had he?

It was late; Kyouya himself should be sleeping. But he couldn't seem to get his mind to settle long enough for sleep to come. Fatigue dragged heavily on his body. But not even the lazy comfort of his shared room could drag him towards rest.

Tamaki flopped across his bed again, limbs sprawling in all directions. Kyouya shook his head. He wasn't going to get any thinking done here, not tonight and not with Tamaki holding a conversation with himself or whoever starred in his dreams. Pulling on his robe, Kyouya grabbed his room key and stepped out of their shared quarters. Better to wander through the silent inn than endure Tamaki's idiocy even when asleep.

The corridors were quiet, which made sense for the lateness of the evening. People came to inns and their associated onsen for rest and relaxation. Which often meant lots and lots of time for sleeping or other things. It was barely past midnight, but Kyouya passed few others. Mostly employees who bowed in greeting, recognizing him for the Ootori he was.

Kyouya folded his arms into his sleeves, looking at nothing in particular. Thoughts bouncing against each other like a half-dozen rubber balls trapped in a small space. He had no particular destination in mind. Just wandering in the hopes that exhausting his body would exhaust his mind as well.

Rounding a corner, Kyouya glanced into an alcove to his left and paused in his walk as he encountered a familiar person. Mori-senpai stood at a large entranceway, the sliding door drawn back to reveal the moon-lit night beyond. He was just standing there, staring into the dark with arms folded over his chest. Kyouya's pulse quickened without his consent as he caught a glimpse of Mori-senpai's expression, contemplative and serious.

Proving that his instincts had not dulled for the peace and quiet, Mori-senpai seemed to sense that he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulder, body angling towards the door.

“Kyouya.”

“Mori-senpai,” Kyouya acknowledged and stepped into the small alcove off to the side of the main hall. It was little more than a sitting room with some couches and chairs and a television set currently not in use. “You're not asleep?”

Which was pretty obvious, but Kyouya was grasping for straws here. Things felt awkward but not in uncomfortable. Just in the “you kissed me and I liked it so what do we do now” way.

“Not yet,” Mori-senpai answered, presenting Kyouya his profile as he looked through the sliding door again. The moonlight had cast interesting shadows on his face. Turning it into conflicting shades of light and dark.

He was handsome, more than Kyouya had ever noticed before. More so than the prince-like attraction of Tamaki. Or the cuteness of Honey-senpai. Mori-senpai was handsome masculinity.

Kyouya drew nearer, focusing on the view that had captured Mori-senpai's attention. The garden that Kyouya had been sitting in yesterday could be seen through doorway, unvisited by any patron at the moment. This close to Mori-senpai, his nostrils flared to catch that tell-tale scent. And Kyouya had to hold himself back. This sudden urge to reach out and touch rattled through his thoughts.

“Tamaki talks in his sleep,” Kyouya said, though it came out a bit of a babble since it didn't seem of much relevance right now.

“Ah.” Mori-senpai shifted towards Kyouya. Their bodies were within reaching distance, and his gaze swept over the younger teen as though appraising him, making a decision.

Kyouya watched, wordless, anticipating something he didn't know enough to guess. His facts and figures and theories had all but tossed themselves out the proverbial window.

Mori-senpai reached for him. Kyouya didn't move, merely watched that hand come toward him. The fingers grasped his chin gently, Mori-senpai looking at him as though waiting for permission. And Kyouya tilted his head to the side.

He watched as a small smile pulled at the corner of Mori-senpai's mouth before the older boy leaned over and kissed him. Just a light peck. A chaste press of their lips just like before. And then, Mori-senpai drew back. As though intending to leave it at just that. Like he had the day before.

Kyouya was not letting him escape this time. His hands snapped up, fisting in the folds of Mori-senpai's robes and dragging him back down. Their lips met. More collision than kiss. But Kyouya didn't care. The kiss was open-mouthed. Kyouya tasted sweet mint – toothpaste – as Mori-senpai breathed into his mouth. And Kyouya was the first to introduce his tongue. Flicking it over Mori-senpai's bottom lip and shivering when a warm tongue greeted his.

The hand slid from Kyouya's chin to cup the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. And he fought back a groan, the simple act of kissing Mori-senpai sending threads of heat through his body. The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling as their bodies collided. Kyouya pressed against the hard warmth of Mori-senpai and was not surprised to feel something hard against his abdomen.

Well, he supposed sex would be an eventual result of this, wouldn't it? Desire and romance went hand in hand. And though Kyouya hadn't really thought about it, judging by the heat racing through his body and the rampant staccato of his heart, not much thought was needed. His body was answering all his questions for him.

He wanted Mori-senpai. And it was obvious that the other man wanted him in return.

Kyouya didn't know how far they would’ve gone. Or if propriety would have reared its ugly head, reminding him of their circumstances. Either way, the sound of footsteps down the hall was like a warning. Mori-senpai's animal-like senses immediately responded, ending the kiss gently and putting a respectable distance between them.

When the person passed – just another patron of the inn out for a late night stroll – all he saw was two young men holding a conversation. Nothing else. And if Kyouya's cheeks were a little red, the stranger didn't comment. Only tipped his head in greeting and continued on his way.

Kyouya, for his part, was thinking desperately about finding some privacy for the throbbing beneath his robe.

Mori-senpai watched him with something hungry behind his eyes. “You've thought about it?”

And though most of this... courtship had been spent without words, Kyouya realized that now was in fact the proper time to invite them in. There was only so much that could be said with actions. Even if those actions practically screamed consent.

“More than I'm willing to admit,” Kyouya replied truthfully because this was Mori-senpai and he never played those word games. Blunt and honest suited him best, and Kyouya understood that well.

“And?”

Despite his better efforts, Kyouya couldn’t keep the heat from his cheeks. It felt like weakness to him, and he supposed that made sense. Here was something he had not calculated and had not planned.

If he looked close enough, Kyouya was sure he could find some benefit in a romance, but Haruhi was right. Kyouya couldn't look at this as a transaction or a plot to be chosen. He had to consider it something else entirely.

Kyouya tilted his head and adjusted his glasses with the tip of one finger. “I'm open to exploring new possibilities,” he commented. And something leapt around in excitement in his belly. Especially when that slow smile slid across Mori-senpai's lips.

“Good,” Mori-senpai said and with a quick glance around to ensure their privacy, reached for another kiss.

Kyouya was all-too-willing to oblige.

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a/n: One more chapter to go!