まほら (mahora) wrote in sessou, @ 2008-12-22 21:06:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | 50stories, nightmare, niya/sakito |
[50stories] Excuses, Excuses - Niya x Sakito - 1/2
Title: Excuses, Excuses
Theme: #3 amusement
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Pure fiction and maybe some crack.
Comments: College AU. This is a little bit...strange.
Yo!
Tonight’s study break will be accompanied by a presentation by the Peer Health Educators. This is an annual, not-to-be missed event. You should really show up for several good reasons:
1. There’s no other kind of dorm bonding like watching someone demonstrate proper technique in applying a condom to an oversized cucumber.
2. When you know how to have sex safely, you can try out the KINKY STUFF.
3. Yummy snacks!!
4. I’ll hunt you down and drag you out anyway.
5. You’ve been asking for a condom czar, and this study break is the way to go about getting one.
So, make sure you’re in the lounge tonight by 9:30.
Your faaaaavorite RA,
Yomi
---
Condom czar…? Sitting on his bed with back against the wall, Sakito’s complexion paled to the shade of the dingy, off-white wall behind him. The glow of the computer screen open in front of him and the yellowed overhead lighting didn’t do much in the way of flattery either. He looked up and stole a glance across the room at his roommate, who apparently hadn’t seen the email yet.
No, not roommate…boyfriend, Sakito reminded himself, watching Niya stare at the TV, despite the terrible reception. After all, they had made it official at the end of the last semester and Niya insisted they take a room together in their second year. The inexplicable feeling of vertigo should have told Sakito it was a bad idea, especially after spending the whole summer apart. In the end, he couldn’t control his starry-eyed, lovesick eagerness to please the other boy.
Speaking of pleasing, Sakito was reminded for the second time in the past five minutes (the first as a result of the email) that they still hadn’t slept together yet. ‘Well, we’ve slept in the same bed, doesn’t that count?’ Sakito would often argue with himself, or, ‘Technically we’ve only been dating for five weeks…’ since the semester had just started. He wanted to, at least he thought he did, but the bed always had a spring poking him in the back…the neighbors were home…there was homework to be done…the door wasn’t locked…. Niya accepted all his excuses when the two boys started to go too far, kissing him and leaving him alone. Of course, it couldn’t possibly be that Sakito was scared. No, couldn’t be that.
It was too much to hope for that Niya wouldn’t check his email until after 9:30, Sakito thought, resigned to his fate as the other yawned, switched off the TV and rose to go to his desk. Presumably, Sakito was doing homework, which could be the cause of Niya’s quizzical stare when he saw him watching.
“…What?”
“Eh?”
Niya scratched his head and frowned, “You’re looking at me funny.”
“I am?” With that, Niya rolled his eyes and went about his business, leaving the other temporarily in peace.
Peace lasted about thirty seconds, sweet silence broken by Niya’s amused voice from near his computer. “Cucumbers?”
Groaning, Sakito slouched down and put his knees up, effectively hiding behind the laptop balanced on top of them. Please have too much homework, he pleaded silently with the universe. No such luck – one of the traits Niya prided himself on was doing less work than everybody else. More likely to fail him than impress any potential new friends, but he somehow still got by with average grades.
“You wanna go to this?”
No. “Uhm…” Sakito began, feeling his cheeks burn, but thankfully out of sight.
“Come on, it’ll be a hoot even if we don’t get anything out of it. I didn’t go last year, but I heard some pretty funny stories,” Niya encouraged, the hope of putting his shy love more at ease about sex written plainly on his face. That look was enough to send Sakito into a fit of guilt again, as he peered around the side of his computer screen. Before he chanced to answer one way or another, the door practically burst apart, startling both of them, and Yomi appeared in the middle of the room.
“Come on, homos, it’s sexucation time!” The short RA grabbed Sakito by the wrist, tugging the mortified boy off his bed before reaching to do the same with Niya.
“Don’t you think it’s politically incorrect for the RA to be calling students ‘homos’?” Niya retorted quickly, though he grin on his face belayed his true feeling toward their exuberant friend. Yomi was actually quite perfect for the job, with his boundless energy and outgoing attitude, easily landing the position of resident assistant for his second year. The three boys were all the same age, but Niya and Sakito preferred to stay out of the limelight.
Shrugging, Yomi pulled on both their wrists, leading them to the open door and down the hall. “Maybe. Besides, I warned you both and you didn’t show, so I’m entitled to use any means necessary to make sure you two are doing it right, if you know what I mean. And you know everyone’s gonna talk if you guys aren’t there.”
“Talk…? About what?” Sakito asked faintly, trailing behind. His already wispy figure looked smaller than usual, widened eyes betraying his desire to bolt in the other direction. Social situations, particularly ones invovling this topic, were not on his list of enjoyable activities.
Smirking, Yomi cast him a playful wink. “About how Niya is still a virgin, of course.”
The following outburst Sakito fancied could be heard all the way down the hall, and he laughed and cringed at the same time. If there was one thing Niya should not be accused of, it was lack of bedroom prowess. Sakito and Yomi knew better, how most of the bragging was nothing more than that. The former wouldn’t have trusted him enough to say yes otherwise. By the time they reached the lounge, Niya had at least stopped sputtering and was merely somewhat red around the ears instead, with the rest of the student population chattering too much to have noticed anything strange. Upon arrival, Sakito automatically headed for the back corner, Niya following after one more angry glare at Yomi, who grinned back in that innocently impish way of his.
While the two boys took their seats, their RA hopped up on a chair in an effort to be seen (not easy for one of his stature) and waved his arms to silence the audience. “WE’RE READY TO START,” he bellowed, adding a few hops up and down. “Everyone settled? Yes? Okay, then I’ll turn over the floor to our Peer Health Educator, Ruka. He’s a senior with no STDs yet, ooooh aaaaah~”
Next to Yomi was the senior in question, a giant among the average height of the other students, even sitting down. He waved vaguely in greeting. Sakito thought he looked decidely disinterested in life, but maybe a little bit—
“Handsome,” breathed a hushed voice in his ear. Turning, Sakito found his old high school friend Hitsugi settling in on his other side.
“What?”
“The PHE. He’s hot,” the pierced boy repeated, blushing slightly before snapping his mouth shut when Ruka began his presentation. Chuckling faintly, Sakito turned back to the show, peering around Niya’s shoulder, who happened to be watching with some interest.
Ruka didn’t bother to stand, leaning back lazily in his seat, surely bored by the entire procedure. “This is a penis,” he droned, holding up a vegetable with less enthusiasm than a rock.
In the crowd, a self-assured someone decided to yell, “That’s a cucumber, dude.”
To which Ruka replied, “It’s going up your ass if you interrupt me again, that’s what it is.” As far as Sakito could remember, there were no interruptions after a wave of laughter from the audience, but he started drifting from abashed mental overload soon after.
A sudden buzz throughout the crowd alerted him it was finally over and safe to return to the real world. He felt rather than saw Hitsugi slip away, most likely going to talk to that Ruka character, he decided. Before he had the opportunity to check, Yomi appeared between himself and Niya, slinging an arm over each.
“So…didya learn anything?” Yomi earned only a cuff on the side of the head for his concern over their continuing education. “Ow! I’m just trying to help!”
Sakito watched with mild amusement as Niya tackled the short RA onto the floor. Escaping back to his room seemed a reasonable option while the other two boys were busy boxing each other’s ears, and he did just that, stepping over them unnoticed. He heaved a sigh of relief when the door clicked shut, shoulders drooping as the tension left them. Never again. A despondent thought, directed mostly at Yomi for dragging them to the presentation when he might have been able to sweettalk Niya out of it. The bed looked inviting, his computer still open haphazardly on top with the hateful email still showing on the screen. He closed the screen and curled up to think, wandering to and from topics of love, sex, and the calorie content of cumcucumbers, none of which Sakito really wished to be mulling over. Groaning unhappily, he rolled over and reached for a textbook, the surest mood-killer in the history of the world.
At that moment, Niya chose to stroll in, triumphant by the smug espression on his face. “So that’s where you disappeared to,” he said, falling into bed next to Sakito. Both arms snaked around the smaller boy’s waist from behind, jostling him enough to shake loose the book balanced precariously against his raised arm. “Do you wanna talk?”
“Oh, no…I’m fine,” Sakito said carefully. Not that it would have mattered what he said, since ‘talking’ for his boyfriend meant kissing the nape of his neck. Twisting in Niya’s arms, he toyed with the sleeve of the other’s t-shirt. I won’t back out this time, and that was a promise.
Niya smiled, adjusting his hold more comfortably. “I got some condoms after I finished beating up Yomi,” followed by a nervous laugh.
“Always prepared.” And strangely romantic. Sakito had to give him extra points for always trying so hard to be a good lover, even if they had never actually gotten past snogging awkwardly in the dark. That was about to change…or at least it was until the blare of the firealarm exploded in their ears.
Disbelief and horror ousted the gentle expression on Niya’s face. “No. Way.”
“I swear, it’s not my fault this time!” Sakito stuttered quickly and scrambled for his shoes.
“…YOMI.”