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valmoraRating: PG-13 or light R
Fandom: Gokusen 2
Pairing: Tsuchiya Hikaru/Takeda Keita
Disclaimer: characters not mine, no money made, written for fun
Summary: Tsucchi does some thinking. It hasn't sprained his brain yet, mostly because he's thinking about getting laid.
This was written back in, gosh, January, and I never posted it because I got a bunch of giggles out of the happy happy beta job![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
becroberts did on it. It still has no title.
Note: “okama” is a somewhat pejorative (and in certain but not all circles archaic) Japanese word referring to a ‘passive homosexual’. It literally means ‘pot,’ as in the one used to cook.
Hikaru had managed to get girls into bed with him before, not often but enough. Enough to know where to touch, when to move, how to act. Not enough to make her to come back a second time, but enough that she’d smile at him when they passed each other, for a few weeks after.
The idea’s kind of the same, with guys. At least, anything he did to a girl he didn’t mind getting back, except for the obvious, which, no way. And Take never complains, unless Hikaru’s been misreading the whole throw-Tsucchi-into-a-wall-and-climb-up-him thing that Take does whenever he walks into Hikaru’s room these days.
Hikaru had a weird conversation with his mom a few days ago. She asked him if Take was having problems at home or something, which was dumb, because of course Take has problems at home; everyone in 3-D does in some way. Take’s are his little half-siblings, all three of them, and his stepdad, who’s an ass, but Take’s been dealing with that since he was ten, so it’s no big deal. Hikaru thought about telling her that no, it was ‘cause he and Take have been fucking like rabbits for the last month, but decided not to and just told the old bag to shut up. None of her business.
Still, he went and slept over at Take’s a couple of times, just to prove that he could, even if it felt kinda wrong to be giving Take a blowjob in the kitchen when any of the rugrats could wake up from a nightmare or whatever and catch them at it. Whatever. Not like getting thrown out of the house for a little while would be new for either of them, and nothing happened, so no harm no foul.
Wouldn’t mind doing it again, though maybe not when the rugrats are home. It’s easy on the self-esteem to have Take hungry for him, biting his lip to keep from making any noise and waking up the house. Almost enough to make him forget how much he hates being on his knees for anyone, even for Take because Take is so damn short.
Not that it matters too much lying down, which is how Hikaru likes it best anyway, although that one time they made out in the kitchen where Take was sitting on the counter next to the stove was pretty hot until Take asked, “Hey, does this make me an okama?” and ruined the mood.
He made it up to Hikaru later, after dinner, but that doesn’t mean anything.
Hikaru’s not gay or anything, just flexible, same as Take. Everyone stares at hot girls, him and Take included. Why not? Take likes ‘em strong-willed, big-hipped, and tall, always has, and Maki was one in a long line of favorites of Take’s who had tongues sharp enough to spit nails.
And, okay, Maki was kinda hot in those shorts, even if she wasn’t Hikaru’s type. Hikaru likes big eyes and breasts and a sense of fun, not judgmental bitches who pick the four-timing assholes rather than the nice guys.
Worked out in his favor, though. Maki really wasn’t interested in Take, otherwise she’d’ve started dating him and Hikaru's best friend would still be his own left hand. Which, okay, he has no problems with his left hand, it’s pretty useful, but Take’s a lot more fun. And Hikaru can talk to him.
Although his left hand doesn’t try to steal his dinner or threaten to steal his future girlfriends.
Hikaru asked him once, joking, “What about future boyfriends, hey?” and Take stared at him, the straw from his drink pressing into his lower lip, mouth open, wide-eyed and stunned-looking.
Finally, Take said, “Haven’t decided yet,” and went back to his drink.
It was kind of weird. Not just Take’s reaction, but after that Hikaru kept thinking, I’m seriously gonna keep going for guys after this? which was disturbing enough except what was worse was the way he got real nervous, thinking about if he and Take ever stopped - messing around, if that’s the word.
Might not be the word for it. Messing around was always a lot of kissing, hands on skin, maybe sex if he could get it, and then going somewhere else on his own, or being left on his own. Not – not Take laughing when Hikaru got stuck in his jacket trying to take it off, or the arch of his back and the way Hikaru’s hands fit against it, or the two of them staring in dismay at their hair in the mirror, afterwards, and trying to fix it. And then again the day after that, accidentally poking Take in the chest with his elbow and Take, mock-annoyed, pretending to threaten him, words rolling out of his mouth in the way they use so often around other people but which in bed, naked, was just funny. It didn’t take long before they were both laughing, holding onto each other, Take’s cheek against his neck and Hikaru bending close, arms wrapped around him.
Hikaru’s never done that with a girl before. Maybe he’ll never be able to. He’s not sure it matters so much. Not as though either of them was having much luck otherwise, and he hates giving up good things.
Fandom: Gokusen 2
Pairing: Tsuchiya Hikaru/Takeda Keita
Disclaimer: characters not mine, no money made, written for fun
Summary: Tsucchi does some thinking. It hasn't sprained his brain yet, mostly because he's thinking about getting laid.
This was written back in, gosh, January, and I never posted it because I got a bunch of giggles out of the happy happy beta job
becroberts did on it. It still has no title.Note: “okama” is a somewhat pejorative (and in certain but not all circles archaic) Japanese word referring to a ‘passive homosexual’. It literally means ‘pot,’ as in the one used to cook.
Hikaru had managed to get girls into bed with him before, not often but enough. Enough to know where to touch, when to move, how to act. Not enough to make her to come back a second time, but enough that she’d smile at him when they passed each other, for a few weeks after.
The idea’s kind of the same, with guys. At least, anything he did to a girl he didn’t mind getting back, except for the obvious, which, no way. And Take never complains, unless Hikaru’s been misreading the whole throw-Tsucchi-into-a-wall-and-climb-up-him thing that Take does whenever he walks into Hikaru’s room these days.
Hikaru had a weird conversation with his mom a few days ago. She asked him if Take was having problems at home or something, which was dumb, because of course Take has problems at home; everyone in 3-D does in some way. Take’s are his little half-siblings, all three of them, and his stepdad, who’s an ass, but Take’s been dealing with that since he was ten, so it’s no big deal. Hikaru thought about telling her that no, it was ‘cause he and Take have been fucking like rabbits for the last month, but decided not to and just told the old bag to shut up. None of her business.
Still, he went and slept over at Take’s a couple of times, just to prove that he could, even if it felt kinda wrong to be giving Take a blowjob in the kitchen when any of the rugrats could wake up from a nightmare or whatever and catch them at it. Whatever. Not like getting thrown out of the house for a little while would be new for either of them, and nothing happened, so no harm no foul.
Wouldn’t mind doing it again, though maybe not when the rugrats are home. It’s easy on the self-esteem to have Take hungry for him, biting his lip to keep from making any noise and waking up the house. Almost enough to make him forget how much he hates being on his knees for anyone, even for Take because Take is so damn short.
Not that it matters too much lying down, which is how Hikaru likes it best anyway, although that one time they made out in the kitchen where Take was sitting on the counter next to the stove was pretty hot until Take asked, “Hey, does this make me an okama?” and ruined the mood.
He made it up to Hikaru later, after dinner, but that doesn’t mean anything.
Hikaru’s not gay or anything, just flexible, same as Take. Everyone stares at hot girls, him and Take included. Why not? Take likes ‘em strong-willed, big-hipped, and tall, always has, and Maki was one in a long line of favorites of Take’s who had tongues sharp enough to spit nails.
And, okay, Maki was kinda hot in those shorts, even if she wasn’t Hikaru’s type. Hikaru likes big eyes and breasts and a sense of fun, not judgmental bitches who pick the four-timing assholes rather than the nice guys.
Worked out in his favor, though. Maki really wasn’t interested in Take, otherwise she’d’ve started dating him and Hikaru's best friend would still be his own left hand. Which, okay, he has no problems with his left hand, it’s pretty useful, but Take’s a lot more fun. And Hikaru can talk to him.
Although his left hand doesn’t try to steal his dinner or threaten to steal his future girlfriends.
Hikaru asked him once, joking, “What about future boyfriends, hey?” and Take stared at him, the straw from his drink pressing into his lower lip, mouth open, wide-eyed and stunned-looking.
Finally, Take said, “Haven’t decided yet,” and went back to his drink.
It was kind of weird. Not just Take’s reaction, but after that Hikaru kept thinking, I’m seriously gonna keep going for guys after this? which was disturbing enough except what was worse was the way he got real nervous, thinking about if he and Take ever stopped - messing around, if that’s the word.
Might not be the word for it. Messing around was always a lot of kissing, hands on skin, maybe sex if he could get it, and then going somewhere else on his own, or being left on his own. Not – not Take laughing when Hikaru got stuck in his jacket trying to take it off, or the arch of his back and the way Hikaru’s hands fit against it, or the two of them staring in dismay at their hair in the mirror, afterwards, and trying to fix it. And then again the day after that, accidentally poking Take in the chest with his elbow and Take, mock-annoyed, pretending to threaten him, words rolling out of his mouth in the way they use so often around other people but which in bed, naked, was just funny. It didn’t take long before they were both laughing, holding onto each other, Take’s cheek against his neck and Hikaru bending close, arms wrapped around him.
Hikaru’s never done that with a girl before. Maybe he’ll never be able to. He’s not sure it matters so much. Not as though either of them was having much luck otherwise, and he hates giving up good things.
