Log: Shiraishi and Kenya [Part 2] Who: Shiraishi and Kenya Where: Kenya's When: After Kenya's run in with Osamu x: What: Shiraishi is an awesome bff and b/f :P and goes to visit Kenya after he gets worried (Plus, Kenya wanted chocolate :P) and TLC is given~ Rating: PG-13??? Comments: Kenya kind of tells him what happened and at first Shiraishi gets the wrong idea OTL
Okay, so groggy had been putting it lightly. Kenya had to actually push his arm under his cheek to keep himself upright and awake because that felt like bliss. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, but when the knot slowly ebbed away Kenya was stuck making little happy noises as the tension melted into nothing. Or at least very little.
"Point." Kenya's eyes fluttered again then, and he practically groaned that one word out, utterly in heaven now. "Want me to look it up?" He peeked a look back at Shiraishi, only for his eyes to flutter again when his best friend pushed his hands into his back again and magically made more knots disappear. Okay, maybe he should have taken that offer up sooner rather than just now, it felt so much better already.
"Mmm," Kenya frowned slightly. "Depends how I feel in the morning, I guess?" Bearing in mind he had no idea how to get there on time without running last minute and he doubted running would be an option even by then... "Probably not though." He couldn't hide it very well, unlike Shiraishi actually had and while Kenya didn't mind bitching about it to the tennis teams, his other friends at school were better off not knowing.
Shiraishi hoped it wasn't considered inappropriate touching or doing anything weird at the moment, but he focused his attention on going up Kenya's back, working the knots out there. Then he went back down, checking for any he'd missed. Soon, his fingers were working over Kenya's buttocks and down the back of his thighs, though he had been extremely gentle with Kenya's backside, knowing that it probably hurt worst of all.
"Maybe you should take a warm bath to work out and relax all the kinks I haven't gotten? You're really tense." The older teen muttered, astonished by just how many knots he'd found in Kenya's body. It was almost like his best friend had gone through a meat grinder but was left with nothing but twisted up muscles.
Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss on the middle of Kenya's back as he worked one of his thighs. It was an innocent action, though. "I'll bring your homework by tomorrow if you don't, then. Unless you want company, but that's probably not such a good idea."
Even if it was considered inappropriate, Kenya didn't care right then. Sure, he was blushing terribly (in fact, Shiraishi would probably see that spreading up over his neck and ears) but it was helping immensely, so he kept his mouth shut. "Took one earlier," Kenya muttered softly, though it was almost like a purr with the treatment he was getting. "...m'usually tense anyway, I guess it's just gotten worse." That was the joy of running around like a maniac half the time - the fact that you were constantly tensing and flexing to be ready to sprint at will. Really it was a wonder he hadn't pulled anything.
Part of the problem though, was that he'd actually ran out of the building and back home straight after Osamu had been done with him. He hadn't let his body relax at all, which was probably why he'd fucked it up so much. Especially his legs - thighs in particular. He really just had to hope that his best friend, or in this case boyfriend, didn't push his shorts up at all though, otherwise there'd be a nasty mark on show there. He'd checked that morning and it was still bright red from where Osamu had sank his teeth in.
He was glad he wasn't facing Shiraishi then actually, as he could feel his lips tug into a frown the closer he got to that, even with it being on the inside of his thigh - it was still closer to the back than the front. "Y'should go." Kenya actually started to sound almost sleepy then. "Just drop by after, if you can?"
The purring and grogginess of Kenya's reaction was making his own expression softer. Shiraishi was glad that Kenya was enjoying his massage, and that it was doing what it should as it relaxed his best friend. Though if Kenya was always as tense as he claimed then maybe he should make it a regular thing. He wouldn't mind doing it at all.
As he moved down over Kenya's thighs, he paid special attention to them since they seemed much more tense than his back had been. Like he was clenching them, though Shiraishi doubted it was on purpose. His fingers dug gently into one of the knots, making sure to twist and work it out and be careful all at once. Loving, almost. Even when he'd worked the material of Kenya's shorts up by accident and saw just what laid under the fabric. It was bright, it was red, and it was the size of Osamu's mouth.
Shiraishi didn't think it was a birthmark, that was for sure. Not with his familiarity to the mark. He'd been bitten by their coach too, after all. His was just in a place he had to borrow concealer to mask for 'just in case' anyone had found it, which had been vaguely embarrassing. So, he had no right to comment on it and could definitely feign having not seen it. Even if it made him want to re-mark his best friend as his own instead. Like Osamu had pee'd in his territory. A strange feeling, really.
"I'll come by after practice," He replied softly. "With your homework same as today. Anything in particular you want in your care package, though?"
Shiraishi was lucky his hard work didn't go to waste, really. Despite feeling the fabric move up and Kenya burying his face into his arm as a 'just in case', he didn't tense up because the other hadn't mentioned it. He was pretty glad about that. Mainly because he wanted to forget it was even there. However, his leg did twitch slightly when Shiraishi's hand went near to it and he felt air hit the abused skin. He wasn't that sure what to do about it, but he didn't want to actually mention it if Shiraishi wasn't going to.
Even so, Kenya wouldn't object to Shiraishi marking him to make up for it, even if it had hurt a little. At least then it was right and not some pervert doing it - of course those thoughts were never said aloud.
"Thanks." Kenya's voice was muffled when he didn't pull his face away, but he shifted it enough so Shiraishi could at least mostly hear him talk. "Just you and the homework would be fine though. M'sure I can get mom to make cookies or something, if she doesn't get caught up at work."
Kidding? After years of knowing each other, Shiraishi was fluent in 'Kenyanese'. Even if he'd left his mouth where it was, he'd probably be able to decipher it with a moment of thought. It was why, possibly, he was so good at understanding him when his best friend was excited and his words came out rushed. It became necessity.
"Are you sure?" He asked, smoothing the fabric back down before he could work on the other thigh. "It's no problem stopping by some place for junk food."
Point there, Kenya wasn't the best at keeping his cool. He was lucky Shiraishi cared enough to know him well enough to understand him. He nodded at that though, relaxing again once that horrid mark was covered up and Kenya didn't have to deal with it. At least didn't have to deal with thinking about it. "M'sure." He peeked back at him then, giving him a small drowsy smile. "Besides, if I'm not running about I'll only end up fat, won't I?" He laughed softly and twisted just enough to get comfortable so he could both lay out and keep looking at his best friend.
It was much easier now the initial uncomfortableness was gone. "Besides, I'd rather you save your money, y'know. Especially if mom does make us cookies. If she doesn't, I'll try myself." He would have the house to himself, after all.
Then Kenya would see his expression change from admiring his best friend for being adorable, though it was obvious he was concentrating to thinking '...I think I should rush over after school to see he hasn't killed himself'. For which the older teen snuck a peek out from under his own hair as he bit his own lip to keep from laughing at the idea.
"Just as long as you don't burn the place down." Damn. There was a note of amusement in his voice, which he hadn't meant to have. Even as his best friend, Shiraishi wouldn't want to discourage Kenya from cooking but... he'd seen home ec. "And don't cook them on top of wax paper."
"Hey," Kenya reached behind himself to swat Shiraishi lightly, pouting up at him. "I'm not that bad." Sure, he wasn't as good as his perfectionist best friend, but he hadn't set anything on fire so far. Nothing... tasted good, that was all. Right. Totally, that was it. "Maybe I'll just ask mom to buy some on her way home." He actually sounded dejected then, letting his head flop onto the pillow as he sulked lightly. Really, it wasn't real, but he was trying to make Shiraishi think it was considering he was amused at the idea.
He would still try either way though, his mother didn't usually get in until 6pm, his father until after 7pm so he'd have time to actually clean up if needed. That and if Shiraishi actually came over straight from practice rather than going for groceries, he wouldn't be there too late either. He might actually be able to rescue the cookies if needed.
All the laughter Shiraishi had been trying to hold in broke with a small giggle as Kenya swatted him. He hadn't meant that slip either, but it was over and done with now. Besides, Kenya looked like he'd been hurt by his amusement. He left his work of massaging Kenya's thigh, though he was fairly sure he was done anyway, and shifted to sit beside him. The older teen then leaned down to kiss Kenya's temple gently.
"I'm sorry," He whispered softly. "Do you feel any better now, though?"
"No you're not," Kenya rolled his eyes and followed the movement to carefully roll onto his back, wiggling back on the bed to get comfortable enough after. When Shiraishi kissed his temple though, he did smile up at him, kind of proving he wasn't really upset about it. He was very aware of how much he failed in the kitchen.
"Feels much better though, thanks." Kenya reached up then and tugged at Shiraishi's shirt lightly, intending to move that kiss from his temple to his mouth, just to give him a nice, short and sweet kiss as a thank you. He had other plans too though. Even if it was going to hurt at first, he tried to tug Shiraishi on top of him this time, wanting to use him as a human blanket to keep warmer. That and he'd kind of melted into the bed already, he didn't want to have to roll back over again. Or move, even, for that matter.
Shiraishi knew already that Kenya wasn't upset with him. It was hard to really get his best friend anything more than pouty sometimes, despite having insulted his skillz. It wasn't some super huge life-changing issue, and they both knew that Kenya was a little bad when it came to the kitchen. The smile, at least, warmed him. Then again, so did the kiss.
Though that was when he was tugged down. Shiraishi felt he should oblige Kenya by doing as he was silently told, and did so by carefully laying against him. He tried to put as little pressure on the teen under him as he could, especially in areas that were bound to still ache. Unfortunately teen hormones did start to kick in and he had to throw himself into some less than dirty thoughts. Like Kenya's parents potentially walking in on them. Or Shota.
"You know your door isn't locked..." His voice was a little unsure, and maybe even kind of shaky. But who could blame him, when his thoughts not to long ago had been about marking his boyfriend as his own?
Kenya was terrible at being upset with people anyway, the only reason why he was still mad at Osamu was because of his wrists (not counting the 'it wasn't Kura' factor anyway). He did slide his arms around his bes-boyfriend, however, fingers curling into the back of his shirt. He didn't seem as bothered about his door being unlocked as Shiraishi did though, but he could understand why the other boy was pretty nervous about it. Though... "It wasn't locked earlier, either." He blinked up at him, because honestly, what was the difference? Shiraishi had been under him earlier - that looked as dodgy anyway.
Of course, he had no idea of the thought that had gone through Shiraishi's mind. Innocence still in tact, and all. "Could go lock it if you want, though?" He slid one hand up along Shiraishi's back, giving him a smile to try and ease some of the nerves there. Really, at his place the only problem would be his brother. Kenya's family didn't seem to care as long as he kept up the doctoring business. He didn't really mind that part either as it meant that he would be helping people, so...
His brother on the other hand... he didn't want to know. He knew he'd be teased forever if he caught them like this. Oops.
Ah, right. That did seem sort of suspicious - his mentioning the door. Not that he was thinking of anything naughty or even making out or anything. Just... marking Kenya as his. At least it was only that.
Shiraishi buried his face in Kenya's neck and slid his hand a little more firm against the other teen's side so it wouldn't be ticklish. Closing his eyes, he got comfortable and regulated his own breathing so it wouldn't seem as though he'd been thinking of anything other than just laying where they were. Actually, he could see why Kenya had melted into him. Snuggling together the way they were was insanely comfortable. It had been comfortable before, too. But this... Kenya made a nice pillow too.
"Too nice here." He finally replied, voice a little muffled. "And if we're not careful, I have a feeling I might fall asleep."
Kenya blinked at that, only to laugh faintly as his best friend practically did what he had earlier. "Shouta thinks I have the lurgies or something, we shouldn't need to worry." In fact, to pursuade Shiraishi he slid his hands up along his back, only to loop his arms around his neck - effectively huddling him closer. "Besides... don't think I want you to move either." He couldn't stop the smile from working it's way over his lips as he admitted that. "You're warm."
His fingers tangled in the back of Shiraishi's hair, twirling the strands and sliding his fingers through with one hand while the other rubbed at the back of his neck. "We probably will get caught if you fall asleep though." Right then Kenya didn't care either. In fact, Shiraishi was probably lucky Kenya was so dense he didn't realise what his, ah, boyfriend had been thinking about marking him - he might've thought otherwise if he had.
Well, it was really no wonder that Kenya had earlier either. If he pressed his head just so, he could probably also hear Kenya's heart beat. Shiraishi hadn't tried, though. It might be far too relaxing, and then he really would fall asleep. That was not something he wanted to do, and thought it might be a good idea to actually get up and go home. Even if that was also not something he wanted to do either. Not with how comforting Kenya's fingers in his hair were too.
It didn't stop him from tilting his head slightly and giving Kenya's neck a gentle kiss, though. Or, at least he would have if he didn't end up laughing against Kenya's neck instead. "The lurgies?" He asked, picking his head up to give an amused smile. "Are you sure he's 12?"
Relaxing probably wasn't the way to describe it, actually. Kenya's heartbeat was constantly going a million miles a minute when he was near his best friend all the time now, so that wasn't really going to be that relaxing. It probably didn't help his high blood pressure, either. The laugh against his neck tickled immensly though, enough that Kenya couldn't stop laughing faintly himself. "Perfectly sure, actually, considering my mom brings it up all the time. Being the first son is a pain sometimes... and as I never said anything like it either, it's pretty easy to question it." He grinned at that, obviously being smug.end
He kept rubbing the skin at the back of Shiraishi's neck, but let the other hand settle to just curl his fingers into the strands there, letting it rest. "S'really stupid." His voice grew quieter as he said that though, kind of gentle too, actually, especially for Kenya. Considering the tiny little nuzzle he gave Shiraishi after. He was getting pretty drowsy himself, despite actually having slept most of the day.
"Being the only son is bad enough." Shiraishi smiled, the good nature of his statement in his eyes. He loved his sisters, but being the only boy in the house besides his father was pain in and of itself. At least Kenya had Shota. Instead, he and his father had to combat three women once a month who were, despite all being sweet, kind of bitchy.
Pushing his mental shudder away, he leaned up to kiss Kenya softly. Possibly an early apology for his next tease. "You being the more mature one is kind of frightening."
Kenya couldn't help it, he laughed outright at that. "True, that. I'd want to shoot myself being stuck with your sisters anyway." After that cross dress event, anyway. He never wanted to see them again... or at least for a very, very long time. In fact, you'd think his mother would be out-maculined all the time, but dear lord could his mother hold her own.
"Hey!" He pouted up at him for that, not really meaning to but... hey! "I'm not that immature!" He just... rushed into things, is all. There was nothing wrong with that. A few adults even kept doing it actually, so Kenya wasn't alone there.
Humming, the older teen pulled away from Kenya then, and made to sit up. Because speaking of family, his would probably wonder what was taking him so incredibly long. It was getting late, he was sure. The glow of the sun was going away, and as much as he'd love to stay he should definitely be heading back. "You just don't like them because they fussed over you for that cross dress event last month."
Grabbing the edge of the covers, he tugged them up over Kenya's head and bound off the bed, landing softly at the side. "And I didn't say you were immature, I just said you were more mature. There's a difference, my bestest friend."
A roll of eyes followed that, and Kenya tried to not look as disappointed as he felt when Shiraishi made a move to leave. "Obviously." He leaned up on his elbows and shoved the covers back, blowing his bangs out of his face and looking less than impressed. "Some off us really didn't enjoy the attention. And I hope you realise I'm never letting your sisters get a chance to do that ever again." He hoped they realised that too, geez.
He did flop back on his front though now Shiraishi was gone, half hugging his covers in his arm so he could prop his head on the top of them. "Sure there is," he paused for a second and as if to double check... "leaving...?"
Shiraishi smiled in a way that said he knew he'd been right, though he also straightened himself out so he didn't look like Kenya had been laying all over him or vice versa. "I keep hearing you protest about it, but you don't live with them." He smoothed his shirt down, then, and tugged at the collar to hopefully make it look right. "Do you know how many make-up tests I'd gone through before looking nice that night? And you think they tortured you."
Despite his words, the older teen had clearly enjoyed it. At least on some level. It was a new and interesting avenue he'd explored, but he doubted he would ever go down it again, either. He wasn't a drag queen, just a gay boy in a relationship with his best friend. There were vast differences between the two - namely, he liked being a boy and looking like one. Though he wouldn't mind revisiting later on in life if they ever wanted to be kinky.
"Yeah," Shiraishi finally answered. "I should probably get home before the sun completely sets. Gets even more cold out there then, and it's already pretty bad right now." Pressing his palms flat against the bed, he leaned down to lay a gentle kiss on Kenya's lips. "See you tomorrow."
"And I'm glad about that," Kenya tugged on the bottom of Shiraishi's shirt to help out a little, but also so he could lean up into that kiss for a moment. "But you know as well as I do that you wouldn't have had it any other way either," Kenya grinned, unable to stop himself. "You do usually have to get it all perfect, right?" Kenya would have been quite happy looking a mess so no one bothered him, in fact that would have been more favourable after all the skirt flipping that had gone on.
"Point." Kenya tilted his head back a little and gave Shiraishi a smile. Even if he was disappointed, the other would be back tomorrow so he knew he shouldn't be such a ...brat about it, really. "Do you need to borrow gloves or anything?" He let his hand push up so his fingers brushed over his best friend's cheek during that kiss, letting it flop back on the bed once Shiraishi pulled away. "But yeah, tomorrow." He was probably going to end up bored out of his mind by then, but still.
"Probably not, but I think above ten make-up tests is about the limit someone's face can go before it starts really feeling like a canvas." He smiled evilly at the idea of becoming a canvas, but the evilness was not in doing it to himself - it was of thinking just how he could do it to other people and get away with it. Sleeping teammates during camping trips sounded nice. Or, at least as nice as it could given that he might be the automatic guilty party. Hmm.
Shiraishi didn't say anything in reply to borrowing gloves. Knowing himself and his easily cold nature he either already had a pair in his coat or was going to take a page from Kenya's book and sprint home. Likely both, actually. Instead, he winked and started for the door. "By the way, I'll go easy on your laps for missing practice when you get back."
Inwardly, Kenya agreed with that wholeheartedly. He had enough trouble with only going through it once, but ten times? He shuddered a little at that. Ew ew ew ew ew. Do not want. Luckily he had no idea what his best friend was plotting either, or he'd vow to never go on a camping trip with him ever again - just in case.
"Idiot." He yanked his pillow up from under his head and threw it in the direction of Shiraishi and the door as he walked out, really knowing that he wouldn't have to do too much to make it up to the team really. Partly because of what had happened to put him in this state. The problem was going to be when it came to the showers anyway - it wasn't like he could wear wristbands in there. Once Shiraishi was out the door though, he just flopped back under the covers and pulled the chocolate under with him. He could always look in the bag later.