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Not a Gift
The first thing Akira notices as he pulls the key from the door and shuts it against the swirling flakes of white outside is the smell. It smells like a feast, and his salivary glands kick into overtime as he turns the corner and comes… crotch to face with Hikaru.
“What’s all this?” he asks, his eyes roving over the heaps of food laid out on several plates littering their coffee table, Hikaru already kneeling in front of it.
“It’s dinner,” Hikaru says, shrugging nonchalantly, but Akira knows that look in his eyes.
“I thought we said no gifts,” Akira replies, frowning slightly even as his stomach rumbles.
“It’s not a gift,” he says slowly, like Akira is particularly stupid. “It’s dinner.”
Akira sighs almost imperceptibly and kneels next to the table, but before he can even dish anything up, Hikaru is weaving chopsticks in front of his mouth. “Here, here, try this,” he says with his usual bluster, and Akira really has no choice but to eat it or get it all over his face with how Hikaru is trying to stick it in his mouth.
He tries to look perturbed, but the way the meat melts in his mouth turns it into something much more akin to bliss. “Did you make this?” he asks, once he’s convinced himself to swallow.
“Akari helped me,” Hikaru mumbles, ducking his head, his cheeks pinking just slightly.
“It’s amazing,” Akira says, and now he’s smiling, picking up his own chopsticks and grabbing a bite to hold out for Hikaru to take. He feels awkward and embarrassed, but then he’s treated to a thousand-watt smile as Hikaru chews just as slowly as he had.
“Yeah, well, it’s Christmas,” Hikaru says, side-eyeing Akira.
“Then it is a gift,” Akira cuts in, but he can’t find it in himself to do anything but smile.
“It is not!” Hikaru huffs, blowing his bangs out of his face. “It’s just dinner!”
But Hikaru’s smile matches his own, and Akira is already calculating how to pay him back – maybe right after dinner.
This time when Hikaru holds out the chopsticks, Akira smiles and opens his mouth.
Not a Gift
The first thing Akira notices as he pulls the key from the door and shuts it against the swirling flakes of white outside is the smell. It smells like a feast, and his salivary glands kick into overtime as he turns the corner and comes… crotch to face with Hikaru.
“What’s all this?” he asks, his eyes roving over the heaps of food laid out on several plates littering their coffee table, Hikaru already kneeling in front of it.
“It’s dinner,” Hikaru says, shrugging nonchalantly, but Akira knows that look in his eyes.
“I thought we said no gifts,” Akira replies, frowning slightly even as his stomach rumbles.
“It’s not a gift,” he says slowly, like Akira is particularly stupid. “It’s dinner.”
Akira sighs almost imperceptibly and kneels next to the table, but before he can even dish anything up, Hikaru is weaving chopsticks in front of his mouth. “Here, here, try this,” he says with his usual bluster, and Akira really has no choice but to eat it or get it all over his face with how Hikaru is trying to stick it in his mouth.
He tries to look perturbed, but the way the meat melts in his mouth turns it into something much more akin to bliss. “Did you make this?” he asks, once he’s convinced himself to swallow.
“Akari helped me,” Hikaru mumbles, ducking his head, his cheeks pinking just slightly.
“It’s amazing,” Akira says, and now he’s smiling, picking up his own chopsticks and grabbing a bite to hold out for Hikaru to take. He feels awkward and embarrassed, but then he’s treated to a thousand-watt smile as Hikaru chews just as slowly as he had.
“Yeah, well, it’s Christmas,” Hikaru says, side-eyeing Akira.
“Then it is a gift,” Akira cuts in, but he can’t find it in himself to do anything but smile.
“It is not!” Hikaru huffs, blowing his bangs out of his face. “It’s just dinner!”
But Hikaru’s smile matches his own, and Akira is already calculating how to pay him back – maybe right after dinner.
This time when Hikaru holds out the chopsticks, Akira smiles and opens his mouth.
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Date: 2013-12-17 10:11 pm (UTC)-Super Secret Commentor
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