Theme: Every Day - the first 1400 words.
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raegan_1The pattern of sleeping had been set on the previous two times Ken had spent the night. They would, somehow, end up sleeping together, and Daisuke would wake up first the following morning. Friday saw a rather interesting change in Daisuke's response. Two times before, Daisuke had gotten up and been out of bed long before Ken's mind reapproached the land of the living. Third time through, he decided he could think of nothing better than being exactly where he was when Ken woke up: firmly pressed against his friend, their arms around each other and Ken's each exhalation brushing hot moisture across the skin of Daisuke's neck.
//He's sleeping on me,// Daisuke noted mentally. He smiled sleepily and gave Ken a gentle squeeze. He was still in the drowsy stages of waking up, when the world was a beautiful place and actually getting up seemed like a waste of a perfectly good, warm bed. Not to mention a waste of a good, first-morning-together cuddle. It was the first Daisuke had ever had and he was determined not to miss out on it.
Ken slowly began to rouse some time after the seven o'clock hour. They were both early morning risers, by some odd coincidence. Even on vacation, neither of them had slept past nine o'clock. Admittedly, Daisuke had tried.
"Good morning," Daisuke whispered, waiting with tense anticipation while Ken stiffened in surprise at waking to find himself in someone's embrace.
"Daisuke?" the genius's voice inquired softly, even as Ken tried to push away to see the boy beneath him. Daisuke loosened his hold and let Ken get only far enough that they could meet each other's eyes. Ken looked slightly puzzled for a moment, and then he blushed and ducked his head again, hair coming forward to finish obscuring his face from Daisuke's gaze. "Morning," he finally said.
Daisuke waited a few more moments, but Ken made no effort to break the contact between them, so he took that as encouragement and used his arms to tug Ken back down to him, so Ken was once again laying partially overtop Daisuke's body. "Sleep well?" Daisuke asked, reaching up with the arm not wrapped around and under Ken to play with the other boy's hair.
"I- yes, I did," Ken answered. He pressed a little closer and rested his head on Daisuke's shoulder, his body relaxing fully in Daisuke's grip. "And you?"
"I slept great," Daisuke said enthusiastically. Experimentally, he tapped his foot against Ken's careful not to dislodge the blanket over the lower half of their bodies. "I need a you-size pillow for when you're not around, because that's the best sleep I've gotten in a while."
Daisuke felt Ken's laughter, where the boy's chest was pressed up against his side, and he grinned proudly. //I can do this. I'm funny, and I'm cute, and I'm smart. I can make Ken happy and be a great boyfriend.//
The house was silent as they lay there, neither one speaking for a moment. Jun had left a short while ago, before Ken had woken up. Normally not liking long pauses of quiet, Daisuke was strangely at peace as he continued to comb his fingers through Ken's hair, hands working through the locks and brushing them down along the side of Ken's head.
"I feel like I should purr," Ken said suddenly. To Daisuke, he sounded amused.
"Why?" he tried to shift a little to get a better look at Ken, but he coudln't manage it without tilting his head at an awkward and almost painful angle.
"Because you're petting me." There was definite laughter now.
Daisuke felt his cheeks flush a little, and he hazarded a guess Ken would be blushing, too. "Are you blushing?" he teased.
In answer, Ken turned his face more into Daisuke's shoulder, so even if Daisuke could have seen Ken's face before, it was hidden now. "No. Of course not." Of course he was. He was just hiding it.
The feeling of being on top of the world made Daisuke restless, and he pushed Ken away a little so he could turn onto his side facing the genius. There was indeed a pink glow to Ken's cheeks that couldn't be attributed to anything but embarrassment. Ken met Daisuke's gaze squarely, if questioningly, and waited.
Daisuke wasn't in a hurry to break the silence between them, and he waited for Ken to speak up first. "How are your hands?"
The brunet raised one hand between them and wiggled his fingers. "They're okay." He offered Ken a sheepish grin. "They weren't really that badly hurt, you know?"
"Hurt enough," Ken contradicted him gently. He smiled and reached out to press his palm against Daisuke's, the action hesitant.
Daisuke grinned and accepted the gesture, taking it one step further as he laced his fingers through Ken's and then dropped their hands between them. "But see, I had the lovely nurse Ken to take care of me." He laughed at his own joke.
Ken laughed as well, though his laughter was softer and short-lived. "Why nurse Ken, and not Doctor Ichijouji?"
The answer to that wasn't what Ken expected. His eyes widened as Daisuke suddenly pressed closer, face intent, and asked, "You want to play 'doctor' with me?"
The genius gaped for a moment, brain freezing as he tried to think of a response. His confusion was enough that Daisuke was able to slide closer, one arm going to rest over top Ken's, his arms tightening ever so slightly over the genius's sides. "Daisuke-" Ken's vocalizaton was too soft to be protest, to uncertain to be anything but a question, or possibly a plea. Either way, Daisuke answered it the best he could, lips seeking for and finding Ken's mouth in the seconds before he closed his eyes.
*****
Daisuke grinned at Ken when they parted a few short moments later. "You're cute, you know that?" Daisuke teased, a warmth emanting from his eyes to match the heat of his body.
"If I say I -don't- know, will you tell me again?" Ken responded half-jokingly. He shifted slightly under Daisuke, his hands, clapsed, coming to rest against the small of Daisuke's back.
"Why, nurse Ken, I think you're flirting with me." Daisuke followed
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The pattern of sleeping had been set on the previous two times Ken had spent the night. They would, somehow, end up sleeping together, and Daisuke would wake up first the following morning. Friday saw a rather interesting change in Daisuke's response. Two times before, Daisuke had gotten up and been out of bed long before Ken's mind reapproached the land of the living. Third time through, he decided he could think of nothing better than being exactly where he was when Ken woke up: firmly pressed against his friend, their arms around each other and Ken's each exhalation brushing hot moisture across the skin of Daisuke's neck.
//He's sleeping on me,// Daisuke noted mentally. He smiled sleepily and gave Ken a gentle squeeze. He was still in the drowsy stages of waking up, when the world was a beautiful place and actually getting up seemed like a waste of a perfectly good, warm bed. Not to mention a waste of a good, first-morning-together cuddle. It was the first Daisuke had ever had and he was determined not to miss out on it.
Ken slowly began to rouse some time after the seven o'clock hour. They were both early morning risers, by some odd coincidence. Even on vacation, neither of them had slept past nine o'clock. Admittedly, Daisuke had tried.
"Good morning," Daisuke whispered, waiting with tense anticipation while Ken stiffened in surprise at waking to find himself in someone's embrace.
"Daisuke?" the genius's voice inquired softly, even as Ken tried to push away to see the boy beneath him. Daisuke loosened his hold and let Ken get only far enough that they could meet each other's eyes. Ken looked slightly puzzled for a moment, and then he blushed and ducked his head again, hair coming forward to finish obscuring his face from Daisuke's gaze. "Morning," he finally said.
Daisuke waited a few more moments, but Ken made no effort to break the contact between them, so he took that as encouragement and used his arms to tug Ken back down to him, so Ken was once again laying partially overtop Daisuke's body. "Sleep well?" Daisuke asked, reaching up with the arm not wrapped around and under Ken to play with the other boy's hair.
"I- yes, I did," Ken answered. He pressed a little closer and rested his head on Daisuke's shoulder, his body relaxing fully in Daisuke's grip. "And you?"
"I slept great," Daisuke said enthusiastically. Experimentally, he tapped his foot against Ken's careful not to dislodge the blanket over the lower half of their bodies. "I need a you-size pillow for when you're not around, because that's the best sleep I've gotten in a while."
Daisuke felt Ken's laughter, where the boy's chest was pressed up against his side, and he grinned proudly. //I can do this. I'm funny, and I'm cute, and I'm smart. I can make Ken happy and be a great boyfriend.//
The house was silent as they lay there, neither one speaking for a moment. Jun had left a short while ago, before Ken had woken up. Normally not liking long pauses of quiet, Daisuke was strangely at peace as he continued to comb his fingers through Ken's hair, hands working through the locks and brushing them down along the side of Ken's head.
"I feel like I should purr," Ken said suddenly. To Daisuke, he sounded amused.
"Why?" he tried to shift a little to get a better look at Ken, but he coudln't manage it without tilting his head at an awkward and almost painful angle.
"Because you're petting me." There was definite laughter now.
Daisuke felt his cheeks flush a little, and he hazarded a guess Ken would be blushing, too. "Are you blushing?" he teased.
In answer, Ken turned his face more into Daisuke's shoulder, so even if Daisuke could have seen Ken's face before, it was hidden now. "No. Of course not." Of course he was. He was just hiding it.
The feeling of being on top of the world made Daisuke restless, and he pushed Ken away a little so he could turn onto his side facing the genius. There was indeed a pink glow to Ken's cheeks that couldn't be attributed to anything but embarrassment. Ken met Daisuke's gaze squarely, if questioningly, and waited.
Daisuke wasn't in a hurry to break the silence between them, and he waited for Ken to speak up first. "How are your hands?"
The brunet raised one hand between them and wiggled his fingers. "They're okay." He offered Ken a sheepish grin. "They weren't really that badly hurt, you know?"
"Hurt enough," Ken contradicted him gently. He smiled and reached out to press his palm against Daisuke's, the action hesitant.
Daisuke grinned and accepted the gesture, taking it one step further as he laced his fingers through Ken's and then dropped their hands between them. "But see, I had the lovely nurse Ken to take care of me." He laughed at his own joke.
Ken laughed as well, though his laughter was softer and short-lived. "Why nurse Ken, and not Doctor Ichijouji?"
The answer to that wasn't what Ken expected. His eyes widened as Daisuke suddenly pressed closer, face intent, and asked, "You want to play 'doctor' with me?"
The genius gaped for a moment, brain freezing as he tried to think of a response. His confusion was enough that Daisuke was able to slide closer, one arm going to rest over top Ken's, his arms tightening ever so slightly over the genius's sides. "Daisuke-" Ken's vocalizaton was too soft to be protest, to uncertain to be anything but a question, or possibly a plea. Either way, Daisuke answered it the best he could, lips seeking for and finding Ken's mouth in the seconds before he closed his eyes.
*****
Daisuke grinned at Ken when they parted a few short moments later. "You're cute, you know that?" Daisuke teased, a warmth emanting from his eyes to match the heat of his body.
"If I say I -don't- know, will you tell me again?" Ken responded half-jokingly. He shifted slightly under Daisuke, his hands, clapsed, coming to rest against the small of Daisuke's back.
"Why, nurse Ken, I think you're flirting with me." Daisuke followed <that faked exclamation with a giggle and buried his face against Ken's chest, his upper body shaking with giddy laughter. Ken joined in the laughter and shifted his arms again, wrapping them more firmly around Daisuke and hugging the auburn-haired boy. They laughed until they were breathless and Daisuke slumped boneless on top of Ken, his head turned into the curve of the geniuses next so each panting breath brushed across pale skin.
"Daisuki," the boy on top said after a moment, the syllables coming out soft but certain. Ken blinked for a moment and tried to remember what the sounds meant. The language of Japanese was one he had never learned. His heritage had been left behind by his second-generation parents in their rush to be Americanized and accepted. On his own, Ken had studied the language briefly, but until Daisuke, he'd never been friendly enough with a person who spoke the language naturally to learn from them.
"What does that mean?" Ken finally gave in and asked, the search of his mental memory bank coming up unsuccessful.
"It means youre cute and you can't resist me," Daisuke answered, snickering quietly. Ken smiled, and reached up and tugged at a lock of Daisuke's hair. "Hey! Pull my hair again and I'll have to kiss you," Daisuke warned. Ken was tempted to repeat, but then decided that was what Daisuke wanted, so he didn't. After a few minutes of waiting, Daisuke made a displeased noise and pushed up until he was hovering over Ken, arms braced on either side of the genius's head. He looked hurt and offended. "You don't want me to kiss you?"
The combination of emotions made Ken smile gently. "I do want you to kiss me," he corrected. The grin he received in answer of that admission sent shiver through him, one that left his toes nearly tingering as the fire returned to Daisuke's eyes.
Daisuke was the type of person who could push too far too quickly, Ken realized. The thought came too late; he found himself being kissed again, Daisuke's weight settling -- fitting -- against his body comfortably. Thinking, Ken decided fuzzily, could wait until he managed to get out of Daisuke's bed.</lj-cut>
The pattern of sleeping had been set on the previous two times Ken had spent the night. They would, somehow, end up sleeping together, and Daisuke would wake up first the following morning. Friday saw a rather interesting change in Daisuke's response. Two times before, Daisuke had gotten up and been out of bed long before Ken's mind reapproached the land of the living. Third time through, he decided he could think of nothing better than being exactly where he was when Ken woke up: firmly pressed against his friend, their arms around each other and Ken's each exhalation brushing hot moisture across the skin of Daisuke's neck.
//He's sleeping on me,// Daisuke noted mentally. He smiled sleepily and gave Ken a gentle squeeze. He was still in the drowsy stages of waking up, when the world was a beautiful place and actually getting up seemed like a waste of a perfectly good, warm bed. Not to mention a waste of a good, first-morning-together cuddle. It was the first Daisuke had ever had and he was determined not to miss out on it.
Ken slowly began to rouse some time after the seven o'clock hour. They were both early morning risers, by some odd coincidence. Even on vacation, neither of them had slept past nine o'clock. Admittedly, Daisuke had tried.
"Good morning," Daisuke whispered, waiting with tense anticipation while Ken stiffened in surprise at waking to find himself in someone's embrace.
"Daisuke?" the genius's voice inquired softly, even as Ken tried to push away to see the boy beneath him. Daisuke loosened his hold and let Ken get only far enough that they could meet each other's eyes. Ken looked slightly puzzled for a moment, and then he blushed and ducked his head again, hair coming forward to finish obscuring his face from Daisuke's gaze. "Morning," he finally said.
Daisuke waited a few more moments, but Ken made no effort to break the contact between them, so he took that as encouragement and used his arms to tug Ken back down to him, so Ken was once again laying partially overtop Daisuke's body. "Sleep well?" Daisuke asked, reaching up with the arm not wrapped around and under Ken to play with the other boy's hair.
"I- yes, I did," Ken answered. He pressed a little closer and rested his head on Daisuke's shoulder, his body relaxing fully in Daisuke's grip. "And you?"
"I slept great," Daisuke said enthusiastically. Experimentally, he tapped his foot against Ken's careful not to dislodge the blanket over the lower half of their bodies. "I need a you-size pillow for when you're not around, because that's the best sleep I've gotten in a while."
Daisuke felt Ken's laughter, where the boy's chest was pressed up against his side, and he grinned proudly. //I can do this. I'm funny, and I'm cute, and I'm smart. I can make Ken happy and be a great boyfriend.//
The house was silent as they lay there, neither one speaking for a moment. Jun had left a short while ago, before Ken had woken up. Normally not liking long pauses of quiet, Daisuke was strangely at peace as he continued to comb his fingers through Ken's hair, hands working through the locks and brushing them down along the side of Ken's head.
"I feel like I should purr," Ken said suddenly. To Daisuke, he sounded amused.
"Why?" he tried to shift a little to get a better look at Ken, but he coudln't manage it without tilting his head at an awkward and almost painful angle.
"Because you're petting me." There was definite laughter now.
Daisuke felt his cheeks flush a little, and he hazarded a guess Ken would be blushing, too. "Are you blushing?" he teased.
In answer, Ken turned his face more into Daisuke's shoulder, so even if Daisuke could have seen Ken's face before, it was hidden now. "No. Of course not." Of course he was. He was just hiding it.
The feeling of being on top of the world made Daisuke restless, and he pushed Ken away a little so he could turn onto his side facing the genius. There was indeed a pink glow to Ken's cheeks that couldn't be attributed to anything but embarrassment. Ken met Daisuke's gaze squarely, if questioningly, and waited.
Daisuke wasn't in a hurry to break the silence between them, and he waited for Ken to speak up first. "How are your hands?"
The brunet raised one hand between them and wiggled his fingers. "They're okay." He offered Ken a sheepish grin. "They weren't really that badly hurt, you know?"
"Hurt enough," Ken contradicted him gently. He smiled and reached out to press his palm against Daisuke's, the action hesitant.
Daisuke grinned and accepted the gesture, taking it one step further as he laced his fingers through Ken's and then dropped their hands between them. "But see, I had the lovely nurse Ken to take care of me." He laughed at his own joke.
Ken laughed as well, though his laughter was softer and short-lived. "Why nurse Ken, and not Doctor Ichijouji?"
The answer to that wasn't what Ken expected. His eyes widened as Daisuke suddenly pressed closer, face intent, and asked, "You want to play 'doctor' with me?"
The genius gaped for a moment, brain freezing as he tried to think of a response. His confusion was enough that Daisuke was able to slide closer, one arm going to rest over top Ken's, his arms tightening ever so slightly over the genius's sides. "Daisuke-" Ken's vocalizaton was too soft to be protest, to uncertain to be anything but a question, or possibly a plea. Either way, Daisuke answered it the best he could, lips seeking for and finding Ken's mouth in the seconds before he closed his eyes.
*****
Daisuke grinned at Ken when they parted a few short moments later. "You're cute, you know that?" Daisuke teased, a warmth emanting from his eyes to match the heat of his body.
"If I say I -don't- know, will you tell me again?" Ken responded half-jokingly. He shifted slightly under Daisuke, his hands, clapsed, coming to rest against the small of Daisuke's back.
"Why, nurse Ken, I think you're flirting with me." Daisuke followed <that faked exclamation with a giggle and buried his face against Ken's chest, his upper body shaking with giddy laughter. Ken joined in the laughter and shifted his arms again, wrapping them more firmly around Daisuke and hugging the auburn-haired boy. They laughed until they were breathless and Daisuke slumped boneless on top of Ken, his head turned into the curve of the geniuses next so each panting breath brushed across pale skin.
"Daisuki," the boy on top said after a moment, the syllables coming out soft but certain. Ken blinked for a moment and tried to remember what the sounds meant. The language of Japanese was one he had never learned. His heritage had been left behind by his second-generation parents in their rush to be Americanized and accepted. On his own, Ken had studied the language briefly, but until Daisuke, he'd never been friendly enough with a person who spoke the language naturally to learn from them.
"What does that mean?" Ken finally gave in and asked, the search of his mental memory bank coming up unsuccessful.
"It means youre cute and you can't resist me," Daisuke answered, snickering quietly. Ken smiled, and reached up and tugged at a lock of Daisuke's hair. "Hey! Pull my hair again and I'll have to kiss you," Daisuke warned. Ken was tempted to repeat, but then decided that was what Daisuke wanted, so he didn't. After a few minutes of waiting, Daisuke made a displeased noise and pushed up until he was hovering over Ken, arms braced on either side of the genius's head. He looked hurt and offended. "You don't want me to kiss you?"
The combination of emotions made Ken smile gently. "I do want you to kiss me," he corrected. The grin he received in answer of that admission sent shiver through him, one that left his toes nearly tingering as the fire returned to Daisuke's eyes.
Daisuke was the type of person who could push too far too quickly, Ken realized. The thought came too late; he found himself being kissed again, Daisuke's weight settling -- fitting -- against his body comfortably. Thinking, Ken decided fuzzily, could wait until he managed to get out of Daisuke's bed.</lj-cut>
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