Of waterfalls and kisses (part I)

Date: 2010-04-10 12:01 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The sky was dark, and the rain falling down was so heavy it looked like a wall of water. It felt like standing inside of the waterfall, trying to look out, Pi thought and sighed. He looked over his shoulder to where Jin was splayed all over his couch, Pi’s laptop in front of him, surely rummaging through Pi’s music, or movies or porn.

“I really wanted to go out,” Pi said, turning away from the window completely and heading for the couch. He batted at Jin’s legs, wanting him to make room for him. The other jus bent his knees, heels hanging in the air for a while. When Pi sat down, Jin’s legs immediately dropped back down, into his lap.

“To do what?” Jin didn’t spare him even a look.

“Nothing particular . . . everything.” Pi ran his hand through his hair.

Jin laughed a little, but it was probably because of something he found in Pi’s files. Probably that Goth-lolita porn Ryo sent him the other day, Pi guessed by the appreciative hum coming out a second later – his own reaction exactly. He stayed silent, his head falling against the backrest of the couch. It was lucky Jin had gotten here yesterday before the rain started. Still, having to spend his rare free day inside sucked – big time.

“Everything?” Jin’s voice and the shuffling of his body brought Pi back to reality. The laptop was closed and on the floor, and Jin had turned around, his own head resting on a few bunched up pillows, eyes watching Pi now, tips of his toes bumping together for the lack of a better thing to do in Pi’s lap.

“You know; take a walk, shop, window shop for all I care, have a lunch somewhere on a terrace, or just some fast food in a park.”

“Get caught by bunch of fangirls and run away from the masses,” Jin continued for him.

“It´s not that bad if we wear hats and sunglasses. You know that,” Pi said pouting

Jin laughed. “Your plan sounded like a date,” he teased, toes nudging Pi’s stomach.

“No, not a date, you idiot.” Pi took a firm grip of Jin’s toes to stop the tickling and laughed when Jin kept on wiggling them, trying to get away. “Just a day in the sun to take my mind off things,” he added.

“What things?” Jin tilted his head, his look much more attentive now. “Work?” Pi didn’t complain much; it had to be serious if he needed a day off and long aimless walk to get over it.

“Not work, not really.” Pi shook his head, “forget it, it’s nothing,” he said quickly, placing Jin´s feet back onto his thighs and sighing, staring into nothing, hoping the conversation was over.

Now Jin was interested. He propped himself up onto his elbows and nudged Pi with his toes again. He was gazing up at him, lips turning into a slight pout, eyes bright, curious, only a bit concerned.

“Tomo,” he said lightly, “spill it.”

Instead of an answer, Pi turned on the couch to face Jin properly and, before the other could react, leaned down and kissed him, tongue swiping across Jin’s lips. The older gasped, and Pi’s tongue was in his mouth, and Jin was falling back against the cushions. That startled Pi, and he pulled away quickly, eyes wide, ears pink.

“Oh my . . . sorry,” he sputtered, not looking at Jin properly, scrambling to get up from the couch and escape somewhere, anywhere, into the rain for all he cared. Jin grunted and pushed his legs firmer against Pi’s legs, lifting his body up, palms holding him completely this time.

“Where do you think you are doing?” He asked, eyes boring into Pi. “What was that?” He pointed to his own lips, and Pi bit his. “Pi you just had tongue in my mouth!” Jin felt the need to point out.

“I . . . ok, sorry, I just . . . do I slurp? Was it that bad? I mean . . . How was it?” He ended up speaking so fast Jin had to wonder if he had heard right. But then he was once again collapsing against the couch, laughing loudly, making Pi turn even redder than he had been already.

“Who . . . who said that?” Jin got out in between two outbursts.

“Forget it,” Pi huffed and wanted to get up, only to be stopped by Jin’s legs and one hand pulling at his t-shirt this time as well.
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