[Gokusen 2] Rain Falling, PG-13, Romance, Hayato/Ryu

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Title: Rain Falling
Fandom: Gokusen 2
Pairing: Hayato/Ryu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my toys but I play with them anyway.

Pretty boys when wet...
[Sequel to Prendre le Soleil.]


Rain Falling
by meitachi

“Aah,” Hyuuga complained, lifting an arm to cover his eyes. “It’s raining.”

Hayato pulled a face and lifted his school bag over his head, shielding his hair. “Dammit,” he groused, ducking back under the awning of the school building. “It was clear this morning.” He threw a look over at Ryu who was dry as he hadn’t run out of class haphazardly, shouting with excitement like Hayato and the others. Unfair.

“We should wait it out,” Ryu said, hands in his pockets.

Take pouted. “But I wanted to see Maki-chan!” He looked forlornly in the direction of the school gates and the world beyond.

“Ohhh, loverboy wants to see Maki-chan,” Hyuuga teased, slinging an arm around Take’s neck. He leaned in close, conspiratorial. “But don’t you see her…every day?”

Tsucchi grinned, snapping his fan closed, and slid an arm around Take from the other side. “Is she…insatiable?” he asked in a low voice, waggling his eyebrows. “Can you keep her satisfied, Take-chan?”

Take flushed and hit him weakly, muttering embarrassed protests even as Hyuuga and Tsucchi continued their teasing mercilessly.

Hayato glanced over at them and sighed, shaking his head. He moved to stand beside Ryu, tucking his bag beneath his arms and sliding his hands into his pockets as well. “How long do you think it’ll take?” The rain was only growing stronger, it seemed, pouring from the steel gray sky and tumbling over the awning in a miniature waterfall. The school bricks were flooded over at least a centimeter and students spilling out from the main wing of the school were suffering wet pants-legs as they hurried home.

Hayato sneered at them. Served them right, he thought, them and their fancy, well-made umbrellas and their snooty, holier-than-thou airs. Like any of them knew what a real fight was like, sitting around studying all the time, or what real fun was. They’d probably never been in an actual arcade or karaoke bar or pool hall.

Ryu shifted and ran a hand through his hair. “Looks like it’ll be a while,” he replied, watching the bobbing umbrellas of the other students leaving through the gates. He closed his eyes and sighed, shoulders tensing and then relaxing as he stood, head tilted slightly back.

Ready to wait it out, Hayato knew, watching him, and was reminded with a pang that none of those other pretentious Kurogin students knew about the kinds of bonds and friendships class 3-D had. Face purposely bland, he bumped his shoulder into Ryu’s and grinned when the other boy opened his eyes and looked at him.

Ryu rolled his eyes at his childishness.

“I’m going!” Take suddenly announced, pulling his school jacket up over his head and dashing out into rain. “See you later!”

Tsucchi waved after him, wrist limp in affectation of a lady bidding her knight farewell or wife seeing her husband off to work. “Take care of yourself, darling,” he caroled after him in falsetto. “Don’t do anything embarrassing!”

“Make sure she has a good time!” Hyuuga hollered his contribution, grinning lasciviously.

Hayato laughed. “Woohoo,” he cheered, raising his hand in a peace sign, “go for it, Take!” He dropped his arm down around Ryu’s shoulder, leaning against him.

Ryu snorted and looked away. Still, he raised his hand in a silent gesture of support as Take grinned and waved enthusiastically back at them, splashing in puddles and weaving through people. When he was out of sight, lost behind a wall of black uniform against gray world, Tsucchi sauntered over. He glanced at Hayato draped over Ryu but didn’t comment—as if he had any ground to—instead grinning and waggling his eyebrows.

“Think he’ll be a real man by tomorrow?” he mused, “Our little Take, all grown up.”

“Aww,” chorused Hayato and Hyuuga.

“She’d kick him in the balls if he tried anything,” Ryu said dryly, leaning imperceptibly into Hayato’s arm. He gave the others an exasperated look. “You know her.”

Hyuuga cringed and brought his hand up to rub at the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Damn. Tough girl. Poor Take,” he added.

“Serves him right for picking such a pig-headed girl to fall in love with.” Hayato shrugged, winked, and let his arm slip from Ryu’s shoulders to rest discreetly on his waist. This earned him a sharp look from his best friend that he ignored, still addressing Hyuuga and Tsucchi. “He could’ve gotten an easy lay—play up the cute factor, y’know?” Here he proceeded to demonstrate, tilting his head with a childish smile.

Ryu snorted and had to duck his head to prevent the fond look from showing in his eyes.

“Gaah, idiot!” exclaimed Tsucchi, reaching a hand over to dishevel Hayato’s hair, making a face as his hand was batted away. “Stop it, moron, you look thirteen. Girls don’t go for guys that young.” He whipped out his fan, careful not to get it wet, and struck a seductive pose, eyes lidded with what he perceived as a come-hither look. “Now this,” he murmured in a low voice, “is what the girls like.”

Hyuuga posed beside him, fingers resting against his chin in the classic Thinker pose. “They like an intellectual man,” he asserted.

Ryu couldn’t stop the smile. His friends were such idiots. Then he tensed, Hayato’s hand sliding down even further to rest on his ass. And what did that idiot think he was doing?

Unconcerned and acting entirely unaware of where his left hand was resting, Hayato was arguing, “I can pull of that look too! Better than you can.” Manly pride couldn’t suffer such an insult. Clearing his throat and straightening his shoulders, Hayato titled his chin downward and peered up, smoldering, through his bangs.

“Let’s go,” he said huskily, tilting a corner of his mouth up in a sexy little smile.

Simultaneously, his thumb smoothed over the fabric of Ryu’s pants.

Ryu moved suddenly, pulling away from Hayato’s loose hold. “The rain’s let up,” he said, wrapping a hand around the brunet’s wrist and jerking. “Better get going while we can.” He nodded at the other two boys. “See you later.” He darted out from under the awning, pulling Hayato after him into the rain.

Hyuyga didn’t even blink. “Later,” he agreed, bending his wrist in a little cat’s goodbye after them.

Tsucchi crossed his arms and looked after them. “Obvious, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.”

For a few minutes they stood in silence and contemplated their friends’ relationship. Abruptly, Hyuuga slapped his head. “Dammit! We should go home too! What’re we standing here for?” Exchanging a look with Tsucchi, they dashed out into the rain, arms over their head shielding as best as they could.

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Hayato grabbed Ryu and pushed him against the door as soon as it closed, hands gripping Ryu’s upper arms and pinning him. His mouth moved over Ryu’s, fast, desperate, hot.

“Where’s your dad?” Ryu panted out between breathless kisses.

“Work.” Hayato kicked his school bag, which he’d dropped immediately upon entering, out of the way and pressed himself closer to the other boy.

“Brother?”

“School trip.” A hand slid upwards into Ryu’s wet hair and grasped his skull, tilting his head back. Hayato nipped at newly exposed skin. “Wanna?”

Ryu’s hands had slid under Hayato’s jacket already and were untucking the soaked white dress shirt. He shivered involuntarily. “Cold,” he said into Hayato’s mouth. “Shower first.”

Hayato’s knee worked between Ryu’s legs. “Mmmkay,” he breathed, rocking his hips.

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“I hate rain,” Hayato told Ryu, pulling a pillow over his head. “It’s so…wet.” He made a disgusted noise and then peered out from beneath the pillow to gauge Ryu’s reaction.

He received an amused look for his trouble. “Really,” Ryu commented blandly. He rolled over and poked his friend in the side in a particularly ticklish spot, smiling when Hayato squirmed away, an indignant squeak escaping.

So cute, Ryu sighed. His best friend was such an idiot. But an amazing one, he amended, thinking back to the past month or so with Yamaguchi as their teacher. At least now there was a future to look forward to… He removed the pillow from over Hayato’s head and leaned into the brunet’s side. “I like rain,” he said.

“Was it raining the day we fought?” Hayato wondered, suddenly serious, hands tucked behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

“No.”

“Oh, well. That would’ve made everything much more dramatic.”

“Mmhmm…” Ryu tugged the covers up. It was cold.

Hayato slung an arm over him, pulling him closer. “I bet Take didn’t get any,” he mused, a hint of smugness in his voice.

Ryu groaned. “Don’t talk about Take while we’re in bed, idiot.”

“Maki-chan is really stubborn.”

“…are you implying that I’m easy?”

Hayato grinned. “Or maybe,” he said, batting his lashes and pursing his lips, “I’m just that irresistible.” His ‘sexy’ pose dissolved into laughter when Ryu elbowed him, rolling his eyes. “You know you want me, Ryu,” he sing-songed.

Ryu gave him a disgruntled look and refused to answer. Pulling the covers up further, he glanced at the clock to make note of how much time he had before he had to be up and out of Hayato’s room. He doubted Yabuki-san, as much as he’d finally resolved himself to Hayato’s decision to work after school instead of go to college, was as ready to accept the fact that his son’s best friend was, well, more.

Hayato dropped a kiss near his ear and Ryu could feel the smile. “Rain’s all right,” Hayato said as it pattered softly on the window pane and streaked the glass with trails of water. Ryu watched it and together, they lay there for a while, breathing in tandem, and then: “It’s just that it totally messes up my hair.”


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Started: 10.10.05
Finished: 10.14.05
Edited: 10.14.05