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Inspired, again, by Tori
Shiraishi watched Tachibana shoo the doe-eyed younger boy away.
“I don’t know where you find them Tachibana.” The kid was actually kind of cute, in a shota kind of way. “It’s like you have magic gay powers.” Shiraishi lay on his bed. Chitose was pushed up against it, his bony ass situated in the pink beanie bag. The beanie bag had been a gift from one of their seniors when she moved out.
Tachibana was wearing his constipated look, the one he only wore when Shiraishi was being particularly annoying. “For the last time, I don’t have magic gay powers.” Tachibana dropped his books on his own bed before bending down and pulling Chitose into a sloppy kiss.
Shiraishi rolled his eyes and ignored the happy couple. It was a good thing Chitose was all about free love or Shiraishi would have killed Tachibana already. It was just Shiraishi’s luck to get saddled with the uptight bastard as a roommate. “Knock it off you two. We agreed no sex while the other significant other was in the room.”
Tachibana snorted, but he stopped sticking his tongue down Chitose’s throat.
“Are we going to the cafeteria for dinner?” Chitose questioned, scratching his stomach underneath his ragged home spun shirt. “I’m starving.”
Shiraishi kicked Chitose in the head while on his way off the bed. “That’s cause you were smoking up while Tachibana was at class.”
Chitose looked guilty, and Tachibana was back to looking constipated. “Senri.”
“Kippei, I can explain.”
Shiraishi went to dinner with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Nothing cheered him up quite like creating domestic discord between the two Wings of Kyushu. Well, Shiraishi also liked getting fucked by one of those Wings, or taking said Wing out for a date and molesting him in public. But for tonight at least Shiraishi enjoyed creating trouble. “Tomorrow.” Shiraishi muttered as he grabbed one of the many vegetarian wraps being served in the cafeteria. “I’d better get laid.”
Or even better, tonight.
Tachibana was wearing his constipated look, the one he only wore when Shiraishi was being particularly annoying. “For the last time, I don’t have magic gay powers.” Tachibana dropped his books on his own bed before bending down and pulling Chitose into a sloppy kiss.
Shiraishi rolled his eyes and ignored the happy couple. It was a good thing Chitose was all about free love or Shiraishi would have killed Tachibana already. It was just Shiraishi’s luck to get saddled with the uptight bastard as a roommate. “Knock it off you two. We agreed no sex while the other significant other was in the room.”
Tachibana snorted, but he stopped sticking his tongue down Chitose’s throat.
“Are we going to the cafeteria for dinner?” Chitose questioned, scratching his stomach underneath his ragged home spun shirt. “I’m starving.”
Shiraishi kicked Chitose in the head while on his way off the bed. “That’s cause you were smoking up while Tachibana was at class.”
Chitose looked guilty, and Tachibana was back to looking constipated. “Senri.”
“Kippei, I can explain.”
Shiraishi went to dinner with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Nothing cheered him up quite like creating domestic discord between the two Wings of Kyushu. Well, Shiraishi also liked getting fucked by one of those Wings, or taking said Wing out for a date and molesting him in public. But for tonight at least Shiraishi enjoyed creating trouble. “Tomorrow.” Shiraishi muttered as he grabbed one of the many vegetarian wraps being served in the cafeteria. “I’d better get laid.”
Or even better, tonight.