tampered | (no subject)

When; ~~very~~ late evening
Rating; pg13-ish [Possible Hiro-san handling!]
Characters; Kusama Nowaki (

forthrighted), Kamijo Hiroki (

outprideful)
Summary; Hiroki ends up in the City ~~in Jun's bathtub~~. ~~Super Seme~~Nowaki sees to his Hiro-san's rescue.
Log;

As it was, his heart seemed to be pounding rather sporadically. Quick beats he could count, the thump loud in his ears like some distant but persistent drum. His eagerness. The excitement of seeing Hiro-san played with his emotions -- he was uncharacteristically dazed by the prospect of greeting him.

Touching, holding...

Nowaki could not quite recall that initial feeling of shock upon discovering the City and its inhabitants, obviously Hiro-sanless and greatly confusing. Of course, the logical things had only been natural; seeking out an apartment as one of his new acquaintances had suggested, waiting. Employment had been the next item on that imaginary agenda until--

"Hiro-san."

There he stood, just outside that strange apartment in barely nothing at all. Nowaki didn't resist the staring. After all, he had seen him less than two days ago. Really, what else could he do except approach him quietly and look at him? Normal. Just as he always did.

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Hiroki normally prided himself in his amazing intelligence and ability; the fact that he'd made it to becoming an assistant professor at M University by his own skills and not by his parents connection was one proof of this. However, how does one make sense of all that had happened to him thus far?

Hiroki certainly couldn't. It was shameful, it was deadeningly embarrassing, that he was here, at this state; clothed in a mere bathrobe, in a stranger's apartment, in a strange place still struggling to really make sense of everything as he continued staring at the computer screen before him. Someone claiming to be Hiroki was there, somewhere, wherever the other end of that conversation was, calling him 'Hiro-san' and being that idiot Nowaki it hurt. And the hurt was certainly magnified by the sheer loneliness he was feeling. Not that he'd admit it; he refused to admit any more of his weaknesses in front of these strangers. He'd had enough humiliation for the night, and he was tired, and he really wanted to go home.

And then, suddenly, there was Nowaki, a very physical Nowaki, standing at the door of that strange boy's apartment, looking very much Nowaki. Whatever restraint, or pride, he had left was promptly forgotten as he rushed into the taller, but younger, man's arms, bathrobe-wearing, barefooted, and all. He needed to feel Nowaki, to see that, yes, this was really his Nowaki and not some faceless entity on the computer telling him there was no way of getting out of this place.

When he had his arms tightly wrapped around Nowaki, and admittedly on the verge of very shameful tears, he was finally able to sigh in relief and very quietly say Nowaki's name. His real name; not idiot, or moron, or bastard... but Nowaki alone.

It was that brief thought he couldn't shake -- he'd never had a dream as real as this.

That time so long ago, yes, perhaps he'd been foolish to do it, when he had pursued that dream of studying abroad in the United States without thinking to leave something behind, a note. Hiro-san did get terribly distracted. He of all people knew this, and particularly well. It almost reminded him of then, the partial awkwardness and finally, the crescendo of their tension. Of Hiro-san's misery.

The way he whispered his name, his name. Nowaki... And how his arms felt holding him--

Perhaps it wasn't such a good situation, Hiro-san being almost naked. Upset, however, was another concern altogether. In an instant, he drew him just a fraction closer, all thoughts gone but of Hiro-san and Hiro-san alone. There was nothing else, and no one, more important to him than the other man.

"Let's go home."

At least, as close to home as they could get in a place like the City.

Being with Nowaki allowed Hiroki to think all the more clearly. If he'd felt like he'd been drowning in confusion earlier, certainly now, with Nowaki close by, he had gained an anchor. And that anchor reminded him of the proximity between them, not to mention the fact that he was only clad in a bathrobe. Strange place or not, in the end, they were somewhere definitely public.

Showing slight embarrassment, Hiroki pulled away, but his right hand stayed connected to Nowaki, or something of him anyway, clinging at the edge of the taller man's shirt.

"...I need some shoes, idiot," Hiroki mumbled with his head downwards and definitely away from Nowaki now.

Having thought situation over, to where it was more than enough, Nowaki followed the other's movements out of habit. It had become ingrained in him to watch and mimic, though in an opposite fashion. Just to prove a point, make him believe that it was true. That was how Hiro-san was, how he worked, and that was part of what drew Nowaki to such a face.

Hiro-san...

Taking those fingers curled in his shirt, Nowaki gently brought them to his lips to kiss them. Such a pale hand, perfect for those pages they relentless tore through with passion. Just a soothing act, wondering how they could make it from standing point A to resting point B without injuring that psyche of his further. Persistence won out.

"It's not far." The slightest up-turn of his mouth, breath ghosting warm across skin. "Hiro-san."

Yes, that was the only way.

The gentle gesture made the assistant professor's breathe hitch, just a bit. It was a reminder of just how much Nowaki loved him. That was assurance right there; even if he was the kind of person prone to doubting and second-guessing himself deep down, Nowaki somehow always found a way to assure him with his honesty and persistence.

However, while Hiroki certainly more than appreciated the small display of love, he had his pride to deal with as well. His eyebrows drew together in a scowl as he hissed, "Not in public, idiot!"

Even if he said this though, he made no move to tear his hand away. "L-let's go anyway... b-before they see or anything like that." The last part was definitely mumbled.

Hiroki decided he'd just thank them or something, later. Whenever that later was.