hisatzu waza FOUR. or something.
May. 6th, 2008 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHiyoshi pulled his eyes open, the dim light of the room burning into his retinas as he glared at Shishido. “Turn off the laptop and go to bed.” Hiyoshi croaked out, his voice sore from sleep and the shouting he had done earlier. Ohtori lay across Hiyoshi’s back, trapping him on the bed or Hiyoshi would have shut the laptop off himself. Shishido sat at his desk his back hunched over the laptop glowing blue in contrast to the yellow light from the lamp beside it.
“Shut up Wakashi.” Shishido snapped, his fingers dancing a jitterbug across the keyboard, occasionally mistyping and causing him to pound a furious beat on the backspace key. “This paper is due tomorrow and it needs to be perfect.”
Hiyoshi pushed against Ohtori’s warmth, hoping that maybe the big lug would get off and roll over. Instead Ohtori wrapped his arms tighter around Hiyoshi, and allowed more of his weight to push Hiyoshi into the bed. Pillow half muffling his words Hiyoshi attempted to reason with Shishido. “And it won’t be perfect if you write it while acting like a junkie three days short of a fix.”
“Had a fix.” Shishido motioned to the large take out cup from their favorite coffee joint. Hiyoshi knew that Shishido had headed there sometime in the afternoon, and had not returned by dinner, nor by the time Hiyoshi and Ohtori had fallen asleep after sex. The coffee place closed around midnight which meant…
“Fuck it, you’re coffee drunk. Go brush your teeth and go to bed.” Shishido was going to crash any second, and Hiyoshi could not get up to grab him. Ohtori slept like the dead, if the dead behaved like warm, delicious smelling horny college students with an intense need to hug things.
“Shut UP Wakashi.” Shishido’s fingers preformed a keysmash, the computer beeping frantically as it told Shishido that action did not apply. “I’m. Busy. Fuck. Off.”
Hiyoshi glared.
“Behave you two.” Ohtori muttered into Hiyoshi’s hair. “Mmm. Come to bed Shishido-san.”
Shishido paused in the middle of deleting his keysmash. With a loud sigh he saved the document and shut down his laptop. “FINE Choutarou, but only because you said please.”
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “Bastard. Choutarou never even THOUGHT please.”
“Shut up Wakashi.” Shishido snapped, his fingers dancing a jitterbug across the keyboard, occasionally mistyping and causing him to pound a furious beat on the backspace key. “This paper is due tomorrow and it needs to be perfect.”
Hiyoshi pushed against Ohtori’s warmth, hoping that maybe the big lug would get off and roll over. Instead Ohtori wrapped his arms tighter around Hiyoshi, and allowed more of his weight to push Hiyoshi into the bed. Pillow half muffling his words Hiyoshi attempted to reason with Shishido. “And it won’t be perfect if you write it while acting like a junkie three days short of a fix.”
“Had a fix.” Shishido motioned to the large take out cup from their favorite coffee joint. Hiyoshi knew that Shishido had headed there sometime in the afternoon, and had not returned by dinner, nor by the time Hiyoshi and Ohtori had fallen asleep after sex. The coffee place closed around midnight which meant…
“Fuck it, you’re coffee drunk. Go brush your teeth and go to bed.” Shishido was going to crash any second, and Hiyoshi could not get up to grab him. Ohtori slept like the dead, if the dead behaved like warm, delicious smelling horny college students with an intense need to hug things.
“Shut UP Wakashi.” Shishido’s fingers preformed a keysmash, the computer beeping frantically as it told Shishido that action did not apply. “I’m. Busy. Fuck. Off.”
Hiyoshi glared.
“Behave you two.” Ohtori muttered into Hiyoshi’s hair. “Mmm. Come to bed Shishido-san.”
Shishido paused in the middle of deleting his keysmash. With a loud sigh he saved the document and shut down his laptop. “FINE Choutarou, but only because you said please.”
Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. “Bastard. Choutarou never even THOUGHT please.”
