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Mar. 8th, 2009 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"Hey, Oishi! I'm putting the movie in, how's the popcorn coming?"
Oishi looked into the pot, though his view was obscured by the steamed over glass pot lid, and by the exploding kernels inside. "It'll be ready soon Eiji. Are you sure it's alright for me to be here?" Oishi wasn't feeling nervous because Eiji's family was out, or that Eiji's parents would be gone for the weekend and Eiji's siblings probably would not come back until late. Oishi had slept over at Eiji's house before, family or no family, and Eiji had done the same at his house.
What made Oishi feel nervous was the fact that Fuji had given Eiji the DVD, and had told Eiji not to watch it with his family around.
Warm arms wrapped around his neck and a familiar chin planted itself on his shoulder. "Oishi you worry too much!" There was a beatboxing techno noise from the other room, and Eiji let go of Oishi to peek out the kitchen doorway. "It's the opening! Come on Oishi!"
"Let me get the popcorn in a bowl." Oishi didn't rush. For one thing rushing with freshly popped popcorn was always a bad idea, for another Oishi liked to give Eiji lessons in patience sometimes. After pouring the popcorn kernels into a bowl Oishi lightly sprinkled them with salt, then sprinkled some more salt on when Eiji gave him a look.
"Oiiiiiiiiishi!" Grabbing the bowl out of Oishi's hands Eiji held it under one arm and tugged at Oishi with the other. "Let's go!" The beatboxing stopped. "C'mon it's starting!"
Oishi was tugged out into the living room to watch the title come up on the screen. 'The Prince of Tennis' wasn't that what they called Echizen?
"Nya! Looks low budget!" Eiji plunked onto the couch and pulled Oishi down with him. "Isn't that Ochibi's nickname?"
"That's what I was thinking." Oishi grabbed a handful of popcorn, careful to avoid Eiji's hands in the bowl. Eiji had bitten him once. The image of a young man in a white and green tennis outfit came up, and the film really started. "It's not…"
Very good, was what Oishi was thinking.
"Looks like an idol DVD." Eiji laughed. "Why do you think Fuji'd give me an idol DVD of a tennis player? And not a good one even! Nya, we should make an idol DVD of Ochibi! I bet it would sell!"
"I don't think Echizen-kun would agree to that." Oishi was rather sure Ryoma valued his
privacy too much to be the star of an Idol DVD.
Did the guy just… fault his serve?
"…he's really not very good." Oishi stated.
Eiji munched on some more popcorn as the camera zoomed in on the guy leaning against a fence. "Yeah. Wonder why Fuji… Oh hey! It's changing!"
A white flash and then the tennis player was seated on some sort of mat. Oishi listened to the dialogue, a worried expression on his face. The dialogue sounded… seedy. Like, weird seedy. Not good seedy. Not that there really was a good version of seedy, seedy was seedy and-
"Is that a dildo?!" Eiji hissed, his fingers digging tightly into Oishi's arm. Oishi's eyes were wide and glued on the screen. Was that. Was that a.
Was that a-a-a-a-
"Uh. Uh."
"Oishi! Fujiko gave me porn!" Eiji's fingers dug even harder into Oishi's arm. It was like a deep tissue massage, except far more painful. "How am I going to look him in the face?!"
It wasn't just porn. It was… it was gay porn? Why did Fuji have gay porn? Oishi's brain stuttered over the question. He didn't want to know.
"I-It's kind of funny?" Oishi said nervously, unable to look Eiji in the face. Well, it was. Swinging that dildo around wasn't going to help the tennis player get any better at-
Oh my god…
"I have never been more glad for pixels in my life." Eiji stated honestly, his grip on Oishi's arm still painful but kind of reassuring too, it meant Oishi hadn't gone numb.
"Buh." The other guy had shoved his pants down, and now the tennis player was jerking him off. "G-G-G- we should turn it off." Oishi finally managed, his voice choked.
A-and. It was gay porn. Gay porn. Oishi didn't even get turned on by straight porn! There was no way watching another man j-jer-jerk- stroke someone else's p-penis should be exciting.
Especially since Eiji was right beside him.
This was so weird.
"He-he looks kind of uncomfortable." Eiji said, finally letting go of Oishi's arm. Oishi could feel his ears turn red, almost as red as Eiji's hair. "I mean, why's he doing that if he doesn't like it?"
"W-well. Eiji." Maybe he needed money. You did gay porn when you needed money right? Maybe he was in debt. Oishi didn't know.
"He looks like I do when I'm doing extra chores!" Eiji waved a finger at the television screen. "Man, the things I have to do to pay for a new racket. That's the kind of face I make!"
O-oh god. Oishi didn't need the visual of Eiji… doing that… To pay for a new racket.
"E-Eiji! I'm sure he has his reasons!" Oishi turned so that he wasn't looking at the television screen, but that meant looking at Eiji, who really did have a cute face and.
Oh no.
Oishi was gay.
WHAT WOULD HIS PARENTS THINK?!
"Oishi?" Eiji's concerned face was hovering close now, and a slightly damp palm was being pressed to his forehead. "You don't look so good. Is the movie making you feel sick?"
"N-no!" Oishi glanced back at the movie.
Oh god he had it in his MOUTH now.
Oishi felt faint.
"Oishi!" Eiji's cry ringing in his ears Oishi slumped backwards against the soft pillows of Eiji's couch. Now seemed like a good time to pass out…
Oishi looked into the pot, though his view was obscured by the steamed over glass pot lid, and by the exploding kernels inside. "It'll be ready soon Eiji. Are you sure it's alright for me to be here?" Oishi wasn't feeling nervous because Eiji's family was out, or that Eiji's parents would be gone for the weekend and Eiji's siblings probably would not come back until late. Oishi had slept over at Eiji's house before, family or no family, and Eiji had done the same at his house.
What made Oishi feel nervous was the fact that Fuji had given Eiji the DVD, and had told Eiji not to watch it with his family around.
Warm arms wrapped around his neck and a familiar chin planted itself on his shoulder. "Oishi you worry too much!" There was a beatboxing techno noise from the other room, and Eiji let go of Oishi to peek out the kitchen doorway. "It's the opening! Come on Oishi!"
"Let me get the popcorn in a bowl." Oishi didn't rush. For one thing rushing with freshly popped popcorn was always a bad idea, for another Oishi liked to give Eiji lessons in patience sometimes. After pouring the popcorn kernels into a bowl Oishi lightly sprinkled them with salt, then sprinkled some more salt on when Eiji gave him a look.
"Oiiiiiiiiishi!" Grabbing the bowl out of Oishi's hands Eiji held it under one arm and tugged at Oishi with the other. "Let's go!" The beatboxing stopped. "C'mon it's starting!"
Oishi was tugged out into the living room to watch the title come up on the screen. 'The Prince of Tennis' wasn't that what they called Echizen?
"Nya! Looks low budget!" Eiji plunked onto the couch and pulled Oishi down with him. "Isn't that Ochibi's nickname?"
"That's what I was thinking." Oishi grabbed a handful of popcorn, careful to avoid Eiji's hands in the bowl. Eiji had bitten him once. The image of a young man in a white and green tennis outfit came up, and the film really started. "It's not…"
Very good, was what Oishi was thinking.
"Looks like an idol DVD." Eiji laughed. "Why do you think Fuji'd give me an idol DVD of a tennis player? And not a good one even! Nya, we should make an idol DVD of Ochibi! I bet it would sell!"
"I don't think Echizen-kun would agree to that." Oishi was rather sure Ryoma valued his
privacy too much to be the star of an Idol DVD.
Did the guy just… fault his serve?
"…he's really not very good." Oishi stated.
Eiji munched on some more popcorn as the camera zoomed in on the guy leaning against a fence. "Yeah. Wonder why Fuji… Oh hey! It's changing!"
A white flash and then the tennis player was seated on some sort of mat. Oishi listened to the dialogue, a worried expression on his face. The dialogue sounded… seedy. Like, weird seedy. Not good seedy. Not that there really was a good version of seedy, seedy was seedy and-
"Is that a dildo?!" Eiji hissed, his fingers digging tightly into Oishi's arm. Oishi's eyes were wide and glued on the screen. Was that. Was that a.
Was that a-a-a-a-
"Uh. Uh."
"Oishi! Fujiko gave me porn!" Eiji's fingers dug even harder into Oishi's arm. It was like a deep tissue massage, except far more painful. "How am I going to look him in the face?!"
It wasn't just porn. It was… it was gay porn? Why did Fuji have gay porn? Oishi's brain stuttered over the question. He didn't want to know.
"I-It's kind of funny?" Oishi said nervously, unable to look Eiji in the face. Well, it was. Swinging that dildo around wasn't going to help the tennis player get any better at-
Oh my god…
"I have never been more glad for pixels in my life." Eiji stated honestly, his grip on Oishi's arm still painful but kind of reassuring too, it meant Oishi hadn't gone numb.
"Buh." The other guy had shoved his pants down, and now the tennis player was jerking him off. "G-G-G- we should turn it off." Oishi finally managed, his voice choked.
A-and. It was gay porn. Gay porn. Oishi didn't even get turned on by straight porn! There was no way watching another man j-jer-jerk- stroke someone else's p-penis should be exciting.
Especially since Eiji was right beside him.
This was so weird.
"He-he looks kind of uncomfortable." Eiji said, finally letting go of Oishi's arm. Oishi could feel his ears turn red, almost as red as Eiji's hair. "I mean, why's he doing that if he doesn't like it?"
"W-well. Eiji." Maybe he needed money. You did gay porn when you needed money right? Maybe he was in debt. Oishi didn't know.
"He looks like I do when I'm doing extra chores!" Eiji waved a finger at the television screen. "Man, the things I have to do to pay for a new racket. That's the kind of face I make!"
O-oh god. Oishi didn't need the visual of Eiji… doing that… To pay for a new racket.
"E-Eiji! I'm sure he has his reasons!" Oishi turned so that he wasn't looking at the television screen, but that meant looking at Eiji, who really did have a cute face and.
Oh no.
Oishi was gay.
WHAT WOULD HIS PARENTS THINK?!
"Oishi?" Eiji's concerned face was hovering close now, and a slightly damp palm was being pressed to his forehead. "You don't look so good. Is the movie making you feel sick?"
"N-no!" Oishi glanced back at the movie.
Oh god he had it in his MOUTH now.
Oishi felt faint.
"Oishi!" Eiji's cry ringing in his ears Oishi slumped backwards against the soft pillows of Eiji's couch. Now seemed like a good time to pass out…
