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chineseinkWhat You Want: [one] wet
Ouran Koko Host Club, PG-13, Hikaru/Kaoru, 552 words
Because all the best planning takes place in the shower.
What You Want
[one] wet
“I can’t wait to see Haruhi’s house!” Hikaru said, grinning, as he enthusiastically rinsed his hair, fingers digging through the pink foam rising from his head and dripping down onto the tile floor.
“Watch out,” Kaoru said, scooting further away from his twin and shielding the notebook in his hands. “The script’s going to do us no good if we can’t read it.” He bit the end of the pen as he contemplated the words on the paper. “I think we should throw some more stuff here,” he muttered to himself,
Hikaru was still rinsing his hair, eyes closed and face turned up toward the showerhead. “You shouldn’t be writing it in the bathroom then,” he said, unconcerned. Water splashed over his body, streaming pink-tinted rivers between his shoulder blades that raced towards the pool of water swirling into the drain at his feet. He combed his fingers through his hair, then pushed wet bangs out of his eyes, turning to glance over his shoulder.
Kaoru had set their script notebook on the counter, haphazardly but carefully out of the spray of the shower. The smirk on his face made an answering one appear on Hikaru’s face, a familiar warmth settling comfortably in the pit of his stomach; he knew what that look meant.
“But then I wouldn’t get to see you naked,” Kaoru purred, slinking under the spray to press up against Hikaru’s back. His uniform shirt—why hadn’t he changed when they got home? Hikaru wondered, before remembering their laughing, excited planning that had turned into a tumble on the bed—was getting soaked through, clinging faintly white and mostly translucent to his skin. “And I love seeing all that bare skin.” Kaoru’s arms wrapped around his twin, sleeves sticking to Hikaru’s sides as his hands splayed across Hikaru’s chest.
A mischievous glint flashed in golden-brown eyes. Hikaru turned suddenly, without warning, and caught Kaoru as he fell forward. “Oh Kaoru,” he crooned, cradling his younger brother and peering soulfully down at his face. “I would never let anyone but you see me naked. All of me is for you alone.”
“Oh Hikaru,” Kaoru whispered, “I’m so happy—ow.” He pushed Hikaru away abruptly and stood upright, rubbing water out of his eyes. “Fuck.”
Hikaru laughed at him and then fingered his shockingly pink hair. “So, what do you think?” he asked, spreading his arms and inviting Kaoru’s inspection, looking like some sort of bizarre young god under the warm waterfall of the shower spray. “Think people will be able to tell who’s who?”
Kaoru snorted. “I don’t know. Some of those girls probably still couldn’t tell the difference even with the pink hair.”
With a laugh, Hikaru moved forward and draped himself over Kaoru’s back. His fingers slid over the slick, wet buttons on his shirt, teasing. “I always said you were the evil one. Want to dye your hair too?” he asked, voice turning low and soft against Kaoru’s ear. He was close enough to see the tiny water droplets perched precariously on his twin’s eyelashes, his breath warm as it feathered Kaoru’s cheek. His lips curved in a small smile. “I think blue would look nice.”
Kaoru turned his head and gave him a sloppy, damp kiss.
“Let’s do it,” they said in tandem, grinning identical grins.
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Started/Finished: 05.12.2006
Notes: There will be at least two other parts after this because, well, apparently I've acquired new muses. In the meantime, I also want to try writing some Kyouya/Tamaki and Tamaki/Haruhi. :D
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Ouran Koko Host Club, PG-13, Hikaru/Kaoru, 552 words
Because all the best planning takes place in the shower.
What You Want
[one] wet
“I can’t wait to see Haruhi’s house!” Hikaru said, grinning, as he enthusiastically rinsed his hair, fingers digging through the pink foam rising from his head and dripping down onto the tile floor.
“Watch out,” Kaoru said, scooting further away from his twin and shielding the notebook in his hands. “The script’s going to do us no good if we can’t read it.” He bit the end of the pen as he contemplated the words on the paper. “I think we should throw some more stuff here,” he muttered to himself,
Hikaru was still rinsing his hair, eyes closed and face turned up toward the showerhead. “You shouldn’t be writing it in the bathroom then,” he said, unconcerned. Water splashed over his body, streaming pink-tinted rivers between his shoulder blades that raced towards the pool of water swirling into the drain at his feet. He combed his fingers through his hair, then pushed wet bangs out of his eyes, turning to glance over his shoulder.
Kaoru had set their script notebook on the counter, haphazardly but carefully out of the spray of the shower. The smirk on his face made an answering one appear on Hikaru’s face, a familiar warmth settling comfortably in the pit of his stomach; he knew what that look meant.
“But then I wouldn’t get to see you naked,” Kaoru purred, slinking under the spray to press up against Hikaru’s back. His uniform shirt—why hadn’t he changed when they got home? Hikaru wondered, before remembering their laughing, excited planning that had turned into a tumble on the bed—was getting soaked through, clinging faintly white and mostly translucent to his skin. “And I love seeing all that bare skin.” Kaoru’s arms wrapped around his twin, sleeves sticking to Hikaru’s sides as his hands splayed across Hikaru’s chest.
A mischievous glint flashed in golden-brown eyes. Hikaru turned suddenly, without warning, and caught Kaoru as he fell forward. “Oh Kaoru,” he crooned, cradling his younger brother and peering soulfully down at his face. “I would never let anyone but you see me naked. All of me is for you alone.”
“Oh Hikaru,” Kaoru whispered, “I’m so happy—ow.” He pushed Hikaru away abruptly and stood upright, rubbing water out of his eyes. “Fuck.”
Hikaru laughed at him and then fingered his shockingly pink hair. “So, what do you think?” he asked, spreading his arms and inviting Kaoru’s inspection, looking like some sort of bizarre young god under the warm waterfall of the shower spray. “Think people will be able to tell who’s who?”
Kaoru snorted. “I don’t know. Some of those girls probably still couldn’t tell the difference even with the pink hair.”
With a laugh, Hikaru moved forward and draped himself over Kaoru’s back. His fingers slid over the slick, wet buttons on his shirt, teasing. “I always said you were the evil one. Want to dye your hair too?” he asked, voice turning low and soft against Kaoru’s ear. He was close enough to see the tiny water droplets perched precariously on his twin’s eyelashes, his breath warm as it feathered Kaoru’s cheek. His lips curved in a small smile. “I think blue would look nice.”
Kaoru turned his head and gave him a sloppy, damp kiss.
“Let’s do it,” they said in tandem, grinning identical grins.
--
Started/Finished: 05.12.2006
Notes: There will be at least two other parts after this because, well, apparently I've acquired new muses. In the meantime, I also want to try writing some Kyouya/Tamaki and Tamaki/Haruhi. :D
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hikaruxkaoru. Join! ♥
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