[Every time Hikaru's laughter starts to slow down and fizzle out, he just gets another look at Touya's stricken, redder-than-red face--and he starts laughing again. Touya is pulling off a pretty faithful impression of a Christmas tree, practically glowing with embarrassment, and it's really fucking funny to see. It's always amazing to see Touya lose his composure for any reason, even though Hikaru has seen it happen more often than most people. Touya is usually so staid, so distinguished, carrying himself with all the dignity he can muster. Not like this. Not like he's struggling to react when he's so out of his element. To be fair, Hikaru doesn't know that much more than Touya does about this sort of thing, but...
But he does know how much he likes Touya's hands, and how much he likes having those hands at his neck. Even with the interruption, Touya is still touching him, keeping him close, maybe because he doesn't want to stop being near him. Hikaru snorts his way through another giggle, his head lolling to the side, his eyes still focused on the colorful canvas of Touya's cheeks. Something tells him he's going to remember this for the rest of his life. This particular moment, right here. Yesterday morning, he was convinced he was going to going to die, literally die, a funeral and everything, and now everything is so different. Finally, he swallows the last of his helpless laughter, then sighs a little, his chest aching from effort. He closes his eyes and sighs again, more audible this time.]
Oh, man...
[It's kind of weird that they can kiss like that and Hikaru still doesn't know what it actually means for them. Are they just... messing around? Are they a thing now? They're already rivals, and colleagues, and sometimes they seem like friends, although that's another lingering question he hasn't tried to answer. Opening one eye, somehow flirty about it, Hikaru wonders what his mom would say if he went downstairs and said his boyfriend was here to study Go with him. He wonders what Touya would say if he said that.]
Touya, I can't tell her anything until you decide to let me go, [he murmurs, then. He doesn't sound unhappy about Touya's clinginess, even when his mom calls to him, once more, from the bottom of the steps. His breathing is heavier and a bit uneven, too, like it is when they're in the middle of an engrossing game.] I'll go down there, and I'll help her out, and I'll come right back after that. Don't go anywhere, okay? Don't leave. We can look at our game together, and... [His fingertips press against Touya's elbows, then move along Touya's forearms, curving inward, to alight on a pair of delicate wrists. He's gentle, even apologetic, about tugging Touya's hands away from his neck. He pauses only for a moment to kiss the soft, smooth heel of one of them, nearest to the intuition line. Simply because he wants to.] You can tell me what that face you made at 10-7 was about. 10-7, 14-9, 12-6...
[Both eyes open now, he guides Touya's hands all the way down, then draws himself away and gets back onto his feet. Touya probably wants to make a better impression with a gift, or something like that, which is endearing and also this side of pointless. His parents aren't going to be all that impressed with a professional Go player, no matter how spectacular he is. Stretching his arms behind his back, Hikaru says,] Oh, she doesn't know about the, uh... the details, just yet... [She doesn't know anything about his plans, and Hikaru has no desire to tell her until the very last second. He's in too good of a mood to deal with the inevitable bullshit.] But don't worry about that kind of thing. Seriously. They're not expecting a gift or anything.
[He nudges Touya's knee with his bare, wiggling toes. He hasn't stopped smiling.]
no subject
But he does know how much he likes Touya's hands, and how much he likes having those hands at his neck. Even with the interruption, Touya is still touching him, keeping him close, maybe because he doesn't want to stop being near him. Hikaru snorts his way through another giggle, his head lolling to the side, his eyes still focused on the colorful canvas of Touya's cheeks. Something tells him he's going to remember this for the rest of his life. This particular moment, right here. Yesterday morning, he was convinced he was going to going to die, literally die, a funeral and everything, and now everything is so different. Finally, he swallows the last of his helpless laughter, then sighs a little, his chest aching from effort. He closes his eyes and sighs again, more audible this time.]
Oh, man...
[It's kind of weird that they can kiss like that and Hikaru still doesn't know what it actually means for them. Are they just... messing around? Are they a thing now? They're already rivals, and colleagues, and sometimes they seem like friends, although that's another lingering question he hasn't tried to answer. Opening one eye, somehow flirty about it, Hikaru wonders what his mom would say if he went downstairs and said his boyfriend was here to study Go with him. He wonders what Touya would say if he said that.]
Touya, I can't tell her anything until you decide to let me go, [he murmurs, then. He doesn't sound unhappy about Touya's clinginess, even when his mom calls to him, once more, from the bottom of the steps. His breathing is heavier and a bit uneven, too, like it is when they're in the middle of an engrossing game.] I'll go down there, and I'll help her out, and I'll come right back after that. Don't go anywhere, okay? Don't leave. We can look at our game together, and... [His fingertips press against Touya's elbows, then move along Touya's forearms, curving inward, to alight on a pair of delicate wrists. He's gentle, even apologetic, about tugging Touya's hands away from his neck. He pauses only for a moment to kiss the soft, smooth heel of one of them, nearest to the intuition line. Simply because he wants to.] You can tell me what that face you made at 10-7 was about. 10-7, 14-9, 12-6...
[Both eyes open now, he guides Touya's hands all the way down, then draws himself away and gets back onto his feet. Touya probably wants to make a better impression with a gift, or something like that, which is endearing and also this side of pointless. His parents aren't going to be all that impressed with a professional Go player, no matter how spectacular he is. Stretching his arms behind his back, Hikaru says,] Oh, she doesn't know about the, uh... the details, just yet... [She doesn't know anything about his plans, and Hikaru has no desire to tell her until the very last second. He's in too good of a mood to deal with the inevitable bullshit.] But don't worry about that kind of thing. Seriously. They're not expecting a gift or anything.
[He nudges Touya's knee with his bare, wiggling toes. He hasn't stopped smiling.]
I'll be back before you know it.