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kat8chaSengoku did not pay much attention to the fact that there was little love lost between Higashikata and Akutsu.
The fact Higashikata had been beat up, bruises from Higashikata's fight with Sengoku still fresh on his face, and that Akutsu had been less them gentle with his kissing didn't register in Sengoku's mid. All that made through the seething cloud of jealousy was that Akutsu had been kissing Higashikata.
Sengoku didn’t get it. If Akutsu was going to go kiss someone why kiss Higashikata? Not only was he plain as dirt but also Higashikata was so hooked on Minami. If Akutsu had to kiss a guy why couldn't Akutsu have chosen Dan? Dan had been emulating and admiring and practically worshiped Akutsu since they day they met. Sengoku would have understood Akutsu and Dan hooking up, he'd have supported it even. Dan was a good influence on Akutsu, he mellowed out the tough guy image, managed to rub away some of Akutsu's rough patches.
But Higashikata? What the hell was up with that?
Sengoku wasn't really watching as he rushed through the halls. The fog of jealousy was causing him to lose control of his senses, his actions, and his reactions. Sengoku doesn't hear the clatter of books falling to the floor, though he does realize he's bumped into someone and has fallen to the ground. Sengoku hears, as if in the distance, Minami apologizing.
He sees Minami.
It was impossible not to reach out and do what Sengoku had never considered doing before, he touched Minami's cheek. Minami froze, stuttering through the rest of his apology before letting the end of his sentence drift off. Minami's skin was so soft, and so were his lips, and the realization that the broom closet was open and only a few steps away was earth shattering.
Sengoku's not thinking, his brain has officially checked out for the day, and so he and Minami end up pressed against each other in the tiny, unlit utility closet. Sengoku kisses Minami, but it's all rote, Sengoku's only kissed two guys before, but he knows what to do with girls. Sengoku kisses Minami like he was a particularly stubborn girl.
Minami melts. Sengoku touches Minami and feels like Minami's body is a sponge sucking up his affection, Minami just can't get enough, and right now Sengoku's too tired of it all to stop touching. The uniform jacket is the first thing to go, two people shoving off the heavy white fabric. The floor of the closet is dusty, and both uniforms will need to be washed. Sengoku touches Minami's chest, it's toned from tennis.
Minami gasps a name, his name Sengoku realizes, but Sengoku doesn't care. The blood is still pounding in his ears, he can't hear. If Sengoku can hear he can think, and if he can think he would stop himself from kissing a trail down Minami's stomach to his waistband.
Sengoku didn't hear himself whisper as he slid the zipper of Minami's pants down. "Unlucky."
Sengoku didn’t get it. If Akutsu was going to go kiss someone why kiss Higashikata? Not only was he plain as dirt but also Higashikata was so hooked on Minami. If Akutsu had to kiss a guy why couldn't Akutsu have chosen Dan? Dan had been emulating and admiring and practically worshiped Akutsu since they day they met. Sengoku would have understood Akutsu and Dan hooking up, he'd have supported it even. Dan was a good influence on Akutsu, he mellowed out the tough guy image, managed to rub away some of Akutsu's rough patches.
But Higashikata? What the hell was up with that?
Sengoku wasn't really watching as he rushed through the halls. The fog of jealousy was causing him to lose control of his senses, his actions, and his reactions. Sengoku doesn't hear the clatter of books falling to the floor, though he does realize he's bumped into someone and has fallen to the ground. Sengoku hears, as if in the distance, Minami apologizing.
He sees Minami.
It was impossible not to reach out and do what Sengoku had never considered doing before, he touched Minami's cheek. Minami froze, stuttering through the rest of his apology before letting the end of his sentence drift off. Minami's skin was so soft, and so were his lips, and the realization that the broom closet was open and only a few steps away was earth shattering.
Sengoku's not thinking, his brain has officially checked out for the day, and so he and Minami end up pressed against each other in the tiny, unlit utility closet. Sengoku kisses Minami, but it's all rote, Sengoku's only kissed two guys before, but he knows what to do with girls. Sengoku kisses Minami like he was a particularly stubborn girl.
Minami melts. Sengoku touches Minami and feels like Minami's body is a sponge sucking up his affection, Minami just can't get enough, and right now Sengoku's too tired of it all to stop touching. The uniform jacket is the first thing to go, two people shoving off the heavy white fabric. The floor of the closet is dusty, and both uniforms will need to be washed. Sengoku touches Minami's chest, it's toned from tennis.
Minami gasps a name, his name Sengoku realizes, but Sengoku doesn't care. The blood is still pounding in his ears, he can't hear. If Sengoku can hear he can think, and if he can think he would stop himself from kissing a trail down Minami's stomach to his waistband.
Sengoku didn't hear himself whisper as he slid the zipper of Minami's pants down. "Unlucky."
