Dearest Whisper
Sep. 19th, 2006 02:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: Burning
Author: K8
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Spitfire/Kazu
Challenge: Kazu/Spitfire in the salon (I hope you knew Kazu'd be uke)
TA DA!
Author: K8
Fandom: Air Gear
Pairing: Spitfire/Kazu
Challenge: Kazu/Spitfire in the salon (I hope you knew Kazu'd be uke)
Kazu checked the address he’d been given. His sister’s birthday was coming up and she was always complaining about her hairdresser not getting the cut right. Kazu figured, being the nice caring younger brother he was, that maybe she’d like a gift certificate to a nice salon for her birthday. This one had been recommended by the popular girls at school, and apparently their older sisters, or mothers liked it too. Pushing the door open Kazu stepped inside, heading up to the reception desk.
“All appointments for today are filled.” The woman behind the desk stated without looking up from her book. Kazu coughed and looked nervous, the salon even smelled girly. It made him uncomfortable.
“Uh, actually, I was wondering if you sold gift certificates?” The receptionist looked up, her nose wrinkling slightly as she looked him over. Belatedly Kazu took off his hat, sheepishly trying to look more presentable. Her eyes landed on his hair and there was a flicker of admiration, before she was back to looking bland and shuttered.
“We do, but it would be best to just reserve an appointment in advance, it’s the only way you are likely to get one.” Kazu debated it. He didn’t even know what the prices for this place were.
“Er.” He blushed. “How much would it cost?” The receptionist’s eyebrow quirked, and so did the corner of her mouth.
“Thank you for your patronage.” A quiet, and dead sexy, voice murmured, and a woman giggled as she walked by Kazu and towards the door. “Kazu-kun?” Kazu blinked, looking towards the stylist.
“Eh!?!” He blinked. “Spitfire?” The redhead smirked at him before looking behind him.
“I’m sorry ladies, that’s all for today,” The women sitting waiting for their appointment all got the same look on their faces and Spitfire smiled apologetically. “Next time I’ll give you top priority.” Luckily these were not the same women who had to leave when Simca had shown up, so they would not make the connection between Kazu and Simca’s footwear. Once the ladies had been shown out and the protesting Kazu had been lead to the chair in front of the mirror Spitfire waved goodbye to his receptionist. “Now, Kazu-kun, what can I do for you today?”
“Er.” Kazu flushed, his hat still gripped in his hands and now Spitfire was running hands through his hair. “I was really just coming in to see if I could get a gift certificate for my sis- what are you doing?” Kazu squeaked as Spitfire started combing his hair.
“Combing your hair.” Spitfire’s voice was amused and when Kazu glanced at his face in the mirror he noticed the others eyes dancing. “It’s so lovely, you should take better care of it.”
“Well, uh...” Kazu was breifly mesmerized by the others eyes. They were really nice. “I’m a boy....” And now Spitfire was spraying his hair with water? Kazu sniffed. Scented water. “..and it’s not that important.” And placing bobby pins in his hair. “No, really, what’re you doing?”
“I’m going to give you a haircut.” Spitfire smirked as Kazu opened his mouth to protest. “Don’t worry, it’s on the house.” Kazu blinked, shutting his mouth with a click. “Now, why don’t you tell me about this lovely sister.” Kazu started talking, hesitantly about but as Spitfire made careful snips with his scissors and made agreeing noises Kazu found himself opening up little by little till he was rambling about life, his family, school, Ikki, and that he thought Iron was stalking him.
“Done.” Kazu blinked, and looked in the mirror, checking out the back of his head in the hair Spitfire was holding behind him.
“Wow.” It was amazing what a good stylist could do, just like his sister always said. “...wow.” Spitfire chuckled, setting the mirror down.
“I’m glad you liked.” Then the chair was being twirled around and Kazu was looking up into Spitfire’s eyes. He wondered if that twinkle was an Stormrider thing before his lips were covered. Spitfire’s lips were warm, and soft, and insistent as the pressed against his, the others tongue eventually prying his open and slipping inside. Kazu squeaked, eyes widening. It was like his entire body had heated up and he moaned. So good. He closed his eyes and whimpered slightly as Spitfire’s hands started moving over his body, removing his clothes one by one. Really, his school uniform jacket could be removed right? No need to wear so much inside....
Falling back onto the couch Kazu blinked as he was suddenly naked, and Spitfire’s shirt was in ripped halves, one piece in each of Kazu’s hands. Kazu blinked while Spitfire smiled. “I liked that shirt.” He murmured, placing kisses down Kazu’s chest.
“Your fault it was skintight.” Kazu managed to gasp out before the ability to speak was lost.
“Skintight looks good on me.” Spitfire purred before resuming licking at a nipple. Kazu didn’t know where the tube of lube had come from but he was grateful for it’s cool, slippery, touch as Spitfire pressed fingers inside of him. Contrary to popular belief this was his first time and it burned. “Relax.” And now Spitfire was breathing fire in his ear. “It’s easier if you relax.” And that finger hit something inside of him which set off firecrackers on the insides of his brain, his body spasming and semen glittering in an arc across his stomach. He panted, his body loose in post orgasmic glow.
“Teenagers.” Kazu heard Spitfire murmur against his ear, the smirk distinct against cartilage. “Always so quick to get off.” As the fingers inside of him brushed that spot again Kazu mewled. “And to get it back up again.”
Kazu squirming, fingers gripping onto Spitfire’s couch when he was finally flipped onto his knees and felt Spitfire press into him. His body was on fire, burning up, and the center point was that nub inside of him that Spitfire brushed on each thrust.
When the fire reached an inferno Kazu cried out spitfire’s name before collapsing back down, he felt warmth spreading inside of him and it took him a second to realize it was Spitfire’s jizz. He would have complained but the warmth of Spitfire lying on top of him, and the post coital cuddling was lulling him to sleep rather well.
“All appointments for today are filled.” The woman behind the desk stated without looking up from her book. Kazu coughed and looked nervous, the salon even smelled girly. It made him uncomfortable.
“Uh, actually, I was wondering if you sold gift certificates?” The receptionist looked up, her nose wrinkling slightly as she looked him over. Belatedly Kazu took off his hat, sheepishly trying to look more presentable. Her eyes landed on his hair and there was a flicker of admiration, before she was back to looking bland and shuttered.
“We do, but it would be best to just reserve an appointment in advance, it’s the only way you are likely to get one.” Kazu debated it. He didn’t even know what the prices for this place were.
“Er.” He blushed. “How much would it cost?” The receptionist’s eyebrow quirked, and so did the corner of her mouth.
“Thank you for your patronage.” A quiet, and dead sexy, voice murmured, and a woman giggled as she walked by Kazu and towards the door. “Kazu-kun?” Kazu blinked, looking towards the stylist.
“Eh!?!” He blinked. “Spitfire?” The redhead smirked at him before looking behind him.
“I’m sorry ladies, that’s all for today,” The women sitting waiting for their appointment all got the same look on their faces and Spitfire smiled apologetically. “Next time I’ll give you top priority.” Luckily these were not the same women who had to leave when Simca had shown up, so they would not make the connection between Kazu and Simca’s footwear. Once the ladies had been shown out and the protesting Kazu had been lead to the chair in front of the mirror Spitfire waved goodbye to his receptionist. “Now, Kazu-kun, what can I do for you today?”
“Er.” Kazu flushed, his hat still gripped in his hands and now Spitfire was running hands through his hair. “I was really just coming in to see if I could get a gift certificate for my sis- what are you doing?” Kazu squeaked as Spitfire started combing his hair.
“Combing your hair.” Spitfire’s voice was amused and when Kazu glanced at his face in the mirror he noticed the others eyes dancing. “It’s so lovely, you should take better care of it.”
“Well, uh...” Kazu was breifly mesmerized by the others eyes. They were really nice. “I’m a boy....” And now Spitfire was spraying his hair with water? Kazu sniffed. Scented water. “..and it’s not that important.” And placing bobby pins in his hair. “No, really, what’re you doing?”
“I’m going to give you a haircut.” Spitfire smirked as Kazu opened his mouth to protest. “Don’t worry, it’s on the house.” Kazu blinked, shutting his mouth with a click. “Now, why don’t you tell me about this lovely sister.” Kazu started talking, hesitantly about but as Spitfire made careful snips with his scissors and made agreeing noises Kazu found himself opening up little by little till he was rambling about life, his family, school, Ikki, and that he thought Iron was stalking him.
“Done.” Kazu blinked, and looked in the mirror, checking out the back of his head in the hair Spitfire was holding behind him.
“Wow.” It was amazing what a good stylist could do, just like his sister always said. “...wow.” Spitfire chuckled, setting the mirror down.
“I’m glad you liked.” Then the chair was being twirled around and Kazu was looking up into Spitfire’s eyes. He wondered if that twinkle was an Stormrider thing before his lips were covered. Spitfire’s lips were warm, and soft, and insistent as the pressed against his, the others tongue eventually prying his open and slipping inside. Kazu squeaked, eyes widening. It was like his entire body had heated up and he moaned. So good. He closed his eyes and whimpered slightly as Spitfire’s hands started moving over his body, removing his clothes one by one. Really, his school uniform jacket could be removed right? No need to wear so much inside....
Falling back onto the couch Kazu blinked as he was suddenly naked, and Spitfire’s shirt was in ripped halves, one piece in each of Kazu’s hands. Kazu blinked while Spitfire smiled. “I liked that shirt.” He murmured, placing kisses down Kazu’s chest.
“Your fault it was skintight.” Kazu managed to gasp out before the ability to speak was lost.
“Skintight looks good on me.” Spitfire purred before resuming licking at a nipple. Kazu didn’t know where the tube of lube had come from but he was grateful for it’s cool, slippery, touch as Spitfire pressed fingers inside of him. Contrary to popular belief this was his first time and it burned. “Relax.” And now Spitfire was breathing fire in his ear. “It’s easier if you relax.” And that finger hit something inside of him which set off firecrackers on the insides of his brain, his body spasming and semen glittering in an arc across his stomach. He panted, his body loose in post orgasmic glow.
“Teenagers.” Kazu heard Spitfire murmur against his ear, the smirk distinct against cartilage. “Always so quick to get off.” As the fingers inside of him brushed that spot again Kazu mewled. “And to get it back up again.”
Kazu squirming, fingers gripping onto Spitfire’s couch when he was finally flipped onto his knees and felt Spitfire press into him. His body was on fire, burning up, and the center point was that nub inside of him that Spitfire brushed on each thrust.
When the fire reached an inferno Kazu cried out spitfire’s name before collapsing back down, he felt warmth spreading inside of him and it took him a second to realize it was Spitfire’s jizz. He would have complained but the warmth of Spitfire lying on top of him, and the post coital cuddling was lulling him to sleep rather well.
TA DA!
