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Jul. 7th, 2010 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSome days Shouichi wonders why his parents named Byakuran after a flower. Byakuran's mother, Shouichi supposes, must have picked the name. While Byakuran is half-Japanese and half-Italian his name is remarkably… well, no feminine, but… not masculine sounding. Especially since it's a flower name.
Shouichi has always been a little leery of people named after flowers.
"Shou-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan," Byakuran whines, his arms splayed widely and his legs stretched out so that they hang over the arm of their couch, "why can't we get a/c?"
"Because," Shouichi adjusts the oscillation of the fan so that it hits Byakuran's feet, "this is my apartment and I refuse to let you buy me one, not to mention pay for the electricity it would suck up." Between his experiments and Spanner's experiments they already spent more for electricity than they did for food. "You have central air at your penthouse, Byakuran-san, why don't you go home?"
The last part is said semi-hopefully. This is the second day in a row Byakuran has claimed Shouichi's couch and claimed to be dying of the heat. It's worse than cold winter days when Byakuran wraps himself in Shouichi's thick comforter and lays claim to his bed, whining about the chill of Shouichi's floors and asking for hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.
Byakuran, like a delicate orchid, does not like either extreme heat or extreme cold. And like an orchid he is difficult to keep blooming.
"Shou-chan doesn't love me?" Byakuran is staring at Shouichi from under his eyelashes, his pale face tinged with red from the heat. Shouichi feels himself flush and shiver.
"…Byakuran-san." Shouichi licks his lips and clears his throat. He knows exactly what will happen if he doesn't get Byakuran out of his apartment right that minute. He knows that Byakuran will wrap sweaty, pale, long limbs around him and they'll rub sweat slick bodies against each other, bumping and grinding and twisting Shouichi's sheet up around their limbs, the oscillating fan in the window doing nothing to cool down their heated union.
"…it's too damn hot." Shouichi is unconvincing, even to his own ears. His cheeks feel hot, hotter than before, and so do his ears. The sweat has curled the edges of his hair and made them damp and Shouichi is incredibly aware of the sensitive tickle of hair along his skin as Byakuran curls and then straightens up. The white shorts Byakuran is wearing ride low on his hips, and sweat slides down a thin stomach to disappear into the waistband. Shouichi's mouth waters.
"I thought Shou-chan liked the heat." Byakuran murmurs into Shouichi's ear, blowing cool air across his earlobe. Shouichi shakes and wraps his arms around Byakuran's thin waist, slides his shaking burning fingers under the loose waistband to clutch Byakuran's bony ass.
"And I thought you hated it."
Byakuran chuckles against Shouichi's ear and they stumble, conjoined, into Shouichi's sticky bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind them.
Shouichi has always been a little leery of people named after flowers.
"Shou-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan," Byakuran whines, his arms splayed widely and his legs stretched out so that they hang over the arm of their couch, "why can't we get a/c?"
"Because," Shouichi adjusts the oscillation of the fan so that it hits Byakuran's feet, "this is my apartment and I refuse to let you buy me one, not to mention pay for the electricity it would suck up." Between his experiments and Spanner's experiments they already spent more for electricity than they did for food. "You have central air at your penthouse, Byakuran-san, why don't you go home?"
The last part is said semi-hopefully. This is the second day in a row Byakuran has claimed Shouichi's couch and claimed to be dying of the heat. It's worse than cold winter days when Byakuran wraps himself in Shouichi's thick comforter and lays claim to his bed, whining about the chill of Shouichi's floors and asking for hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.
Byakuran, like a delicate orchid, does not like either extreme heat or extreme cold. And like an orchid he is difficult to keep blooming.
"Shou-chan doesn't love me?" Byakuran is staring at Shouichi from under his eyelashes, his pale face tinged with red from the heat. Shouichi feels himself flush and shiver.
"…Byakuran-san." Shouichi licks his lips and clears his throat. He knows exactly what will happen if he doesn't get Byakuran out of his apartment right that minute. He knows that Byakuran will wrap sweaty, pale, long limbs around him and they'll rub sweat slick bodies against each other, bumping and grinding and twisting Shouichi's sheet up around their limbs, the oscillating fan in the window doing nothing to cool down their heated union.
"…it's too damn hot." Shouichi is unconvincing, even to his own ears. His cheeks feel hot, hotter than before, and so do his ears. The sweat has curled the edges of his hair and made them damp and Shouichi is incredibly aware of the sensitive tickle of hair along his skin as Byakuran curls and then straightens up. The white shorts Byakuran is wearing ride low on his hips, and sweat slides down a thin stomach to disappear into the waistband. Shouichi's mouth waters.
"I thought Shou-chan liked the heat." Byakuran murmurs into Shouichi's ear, blowing cool air across his earlobe. Shouichi shakes and wraps his arms around Byakuran's thin waist, slides his shaking burning fingers under the loose waistband to clutch Byakuran's bony ass.
"And I thought you hated it."
Byakuran chuckles against Shouichi's ear and they stumble, conjoined, into Shouichi's sticky bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind them.
