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(fic) sk8 the infinity | joe/cherry
prompt: playing hooky
It’s ten o’clock in the morning when Kojiro hears a sharp tapping at his window to tell him that Kaoru has arrived.
The house is empty, with Kojiro’s parents at work and his siblings at school. Which is where Kojiro should be too, but these are the last few months before his little brother joins the same high school. He knows he isn’t going to be able to get away with skipping out on class for much longer.
More importantly, it’s been two months since he started dating Kaoru, and he can count the number of times they’ve kissed on one hand.
Kaoru doesn’t like kissing in public, even if said public space is the corner of a closed mall in the middle of the night while they’re out skating. Kojiro has the sneaking suspicion that his mother has figured out what’s going on because she’s started insisting on Kojiro keeping his door open when Kaoru is over.
The last thing Kojiro wants is for his mother to walk in on him kissing Kaoru. Or even worse, his younger siblings.
“You know you could just come in through the front door, right?” Kojiro asks as he opens his window to let Kaoru in. “No one else is home.”
“Climbing up to your window was more fun,” Kaoru says with a grin.
It’s kind of hot too, Kojiro thinks as he watches Kaoru pull his long limbs through the window frame. Kaoru is the kind of person whose sense of fun involves piercing his ears with safety pins and getting into fights with people bigger than him and skating down a hill at speeds faster than Kojiro’s shitty second-hand scooter can reach.
The problem is, Kojiro is into half those things too and he’s really into Kaoru. He can feel his mouth going dry just watching the way Kaoru leans back to pull the window shut behind him, his uniform shirt riding up a little.
Kojiro doesn’t manage to look away in time before Kaoru catches him. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing when it makes Kaoru smile at him, slow and sharp.
“So I have you to myself all day,” Kaoru murmurs, walking closer to Kojiro and placing a hand against the middle of his chest. “What should I do with you?”
Please wreck me, Kojiro thinks earnestly. He swallows hard. “Anything you want. Anything and everything.”
“Everything, huh?” Kaoru asks, and then his fingers are scratching against the bristle of his undercut before sliding into his hair. He grabs a handful of it, pulling Kojiro into a hard kiss. “I hope you’re ready.”
It’s ten o’clock in the morning when Kojiro hears a sharp tapping at his window to tell him that Kaoru has arrived.
The house is empty, with Kojiro’s parents at work and his siblings at school. Which is where Kojiro should be too, but these are the last few months before his little brother joins the same high school. He knows he isn’t going to be able to get away with skipping out on class for much longer.
More importantly, it’s been two months since he started dating Kaoru, and he can count the number of times they’ve kissed on one hand.
Kaoru doesn’t like kissing in public, even if said public space is the corner of a closed mall in the middle of the night while they’re out skating. Kojiro has the sneaking suspicion that his mother has figured out what’s going on because she’s started insisting on Kojiro keeping his door open when Kaoru is over.
The last thing Kojiro wants is for his mother to walk in on him kissing Kaoru. Or even worse, his younger siblings.
“You know you could just come in through the front door, right?” Kojiro asks as he opens his window to let Kaoru in. “No one else is home.”
“Climbing up to your window was more fun,” Kaoru says with a grin.
It’s kind of hot too, Kojiro thinks as he watches Kaoru pull his long limbs through the window frame. Kaoru is the kind of person whose sense of fun involves piercing his ears with safety pins and getting into fights with people bigger than him and skating down a hill at speeds faster than Kojiro’s shitty second-hand scooter can reach.
The problem is, Kojiro is into half those things too and he’s really into Kaoru. He can feel his mouth going dry just watching the way Kaoru leans back to pull the window shut behind him, his uniform shirt riding up a little.
Kojiro doesn’t manage to look away in time before Kaoru catches him. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing when it makes Kaoru smile at him, slow and sharp.
“So I have you to myself all day,” Kaoru murmurs, walking closer to Kojiro and placing a hand against the middle of his chest. “What should I do with you?”
Please wreck me, Kojiro thinks earnestly. He swallows hard. “Anything you want. Anything and everything.”
“Everything, huh?” Kaoru asks, and then his fingers are scratching against the bristle of his undercut before sliding into his hair. He grabs a handful of it, pulling Kojiro into a hard kiss. “I hope you’re ready.”