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Post by adachi on Aug 22, 2011 20:31:15 GMT -5
Characters: the janitor and the frigid goth princess xoxo Time: like 7:00 p.m. Location: Akira's dorm room
Rated 'xyz' for copious usage of the alphabet also sex don't like don't read (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
"God damn it," Akira muttered to himself, thumbs blindly applying pressure to the gigantic knot in the dead center of his back. Manual labor was so not his thing - he taught home ec, for christ's sake - but as the school janitor he was the only one qualified to fix the fence that had mysteriously fell apart the night before. No one had been hurt, though, as far as he knew - it was an ancient piece of architecture and an accident waiting to happen. This hardly made Akira less bitter about being forced to do it; it had taken the better half of the afternoon to put it all back into place, make sure that it wouldn't happen again. There were a few bloodstains on top of the roof's pavement, but he paid them no mind. No one had died and that was really all that mattered.
Akira sighed, sliding his shirt over his shoulders. The air in the dorms was cold against his bare skin, and he winced at the sharp pain his previous motion had created. Massaging himself hardly helped at all, but he had no one else to ask - it'd be creepy to ask students to do it, wouldn't it? From the nightstand beside his bed, he pulled out a container of painkillers and popped a few, swallowing them dry. I need a shower, he thought, suddenly catching the scent of his own body odor.
The floor was cold beneath his feet as he stood up, wasting no time in traversing the small space between his personal bathroom and his bed. He was keenly aware that he'd left his door open, but closing it seemed like too much work. Passing his table of finished work - myriad stuffed animals, all of them sickeningly adorable; the most prized of them a bunny named Fran that he'd made when he was six - he entered the bathroom and shut the door, stripping off all of his clothes before stepping into the shower. He let out a relieved moan as the hot water splashed against his skin, combining with the painkillers to create a wonderful numbness. That was better, much better.
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 22, 2011 21:06:23 GMT -5
The striped suspenders swayed against Kous's hips as he walked groggily down the hallway with his chef's jacket slung over his shoulder. Normally he would be in the cafeteria right now helping serve food and making sure they had enough, but it had been a rough week. Ever since he and the janitor had gone at it in the kitchen his staff had been acting differently towards him. And not in a way that he liked. Especially Porsha. Never had she been so friendly towards Kous and going off a thousand miles per minute about him and the janitor. It was the first time Kous had wanted to get out of the kitchen so much.
As he walked along the hallway he passed by an open room and rolled his eyes at how careless people could be. Kous was almost fully past it when he did another glance at the room, stopped, and back tracked so that he was fully in the doorway now. There in the room was a table teeming with stuffed animals. Adorable stuffed animals.
Casually he strolled into the room with his hands in his pockets. A light blush tinted his cheeks as he came closer to the animals. There were bunnies, bears, dogs, cats, anything one could have thought of and each was just as cute as the last. Kous let one of his hands slip out of his pocket and pick up one of the stuffed animals, hardly noticing the sound of the shower. His other hand had slipped out to grab a hold of the bunny completely. A small smile appeared on his lips as he examined the bunny.
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Post by adachi on Aug 22, 2011 23:58:17 GMT -5
Akira was soaking wet as he stepped out of the shower, cursing quietly underneath his breath as he saw that the only towel in the room was a dirty one. He sighed before wrapping it around his waist, picking up the dirty clothes on the floor and throwing them into their respective containers - dirty shirts, dirty pants, dirty underwear, ect.
Cool air rushed against him as he opened the door, holding the towel up with his other hand. Akira made it a grand total of one step into his room before he saw the school chef standing next to his table, holding Fran within his hands. His jaw dropped. What the hell?
"Cows, would you please put Fran down?" Akira said, sighing quietly to himself. This was all incredibly awkward; he was currently naked and the lunchlady was currently pawing his favourite stuffed animal. It wasn't like Cows hadn't seen him naked before - oh, no, he most certainly had - but it was the principle of the matter, damn it. "You are aware that it's rude to barge into people's rooms, right?"
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 23, 2011 15:59:32 GMT -5
When the sound of the bathroom door opened the smile Kous had on quickly disappeared. Hopefully he would be able to explain why he was in this random person's dorm room. He turned around and was ready to explain his presence, but at the sight of the person in front of him he kept quiet.
Someone had to be fucking him over (Well, the other man in the room had, but that's not the point) because there was no way that the room with the cutesy animals belonged to the jackass in front of him. There was just no way. Kous refused to believe it.
Speaking of ass, the other's was barely covered with a towel that had some obvious grime stains on it. The towel kept trying to slip down the hips it was covering, but a hand kept it from doing so. Kous's dark eyebrows shot up at the situation he was in.
Gently, he placed the bunny back in its original place and turned to the man who was forming a ring of water droplets around himself. He was about to say something when he was cut off again, this time from the other's remark.
"You are aware that it's rude to barge into people's rooms, right?" Kous rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "And are you aware that you shouldn't leave your door open for all to see? Especially since you're getting out of the shower. Nice towel by the way," he snorted lightly. His eyes looked at the janitor in the eyes, before traveling down, and then shifting back towards some random point on the wall next to him.
Truth be told, Kous was pretty uncomfortable with being in the room that belonged to the near naked man he had sex with about a week ago. It was clear that the sex meant nothing besides what it was - a quick fuck to let off some steam, but yet here he was. Of course it wasn't intentional. Kous had been drawn into the room by the stuffed animals that unknowingly belonged to the janitor. But still. All Kous had wanted to do that night was go into his room and take a nice relaxing bubble bath with some of the chocolate mousse he had made the previous night.
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Post by adachi on Aug 23, 2011 20:54:26 GMT -5
For once Cows made a smart decision, gently releasing Fran from his claws to place her on the table where she belonged. He made a face at Akira's towel, eyes lingering on it for a bit too long before shifting to an arbitrary spot on the wall. "And are you aware that you shouldn't leave your door open for all to see? Especially since you're getting out of the shower. Nice towel by the way." Cows snorted as they made eye contact.
"Yeah, yeah. Open doors aren't a 'please' enter sign, Cows." Akira shrugged, making his way across the room to his dresser. He wasn't going to let this bother him, wasn't going to let the snotty little lunchlady get underneath his skin. They'd done it, sure, but it had been purely physical - there was no real emotional attachment whatsoever. And that was fine, that was the sort of relationship he was used to. Casual sex, no strings attached.
Akira didn't even look over his shoulder as he let the towel slide to the floor, retrieving a pair of boxers from his dresser and sliding them on. Cows had seen him naked, so why would he give a fuck? Still, he wasted no time in clothing himself in a pair of flanel sleep pants and a baggy, sleeveless shirt. "Why did you even come in here?" Akira sighed again as he turned around to face the intruder. "Surely it wasn't just to ogle me and make googley eyes at my favourite creations?"
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 23, 2011 21:43:32 GMT -5
Kous stared ahead at the wall, showing no sign of interest even when the man made movements. Its not like he wanted to see what was under that towel. Nope. Not at all. Even though he had a pretty good idea.
Right when Kous gave in to temptation to look at the other's body the man was already slipping a shirt over his head. "Why did you even come in here?" the man asked with an annoyed tone. Kous set his mouth in a hard line as he considered on whether he really should say why he had entered the room. "Surely it wasn't just to ogle me and make googley eyes at my favorite creations?" He was in mid scoff at the first part of the sentence when it changed into a choked out grunt at the last part, because that's exactly why he was there.
"I don't even know your name let alone which room you're in. So no," Kous snapped. He glared over at the damn stuffed animals because really, this was all their fault for being so fucking cute. Shifting his weight to his other foot, he fought the urge to grab up another one of them. "God, why are they so cute," he mumbled to himself more than anything.
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Post by adachi on Aug 23, 2011 23:53:26 GMT -5
Cows tended to scowl - it was both attractive and repulsive at the same time. Attractive as in belligerent, snotty guys were Akira's favourite; and repulsive as in it made him look like some sort of eternally constipated Bratz doll. But his expression softened at the last part of Akira's final statement - he'd been right on the money, hadn't he?
"I don't even know your name let alone which room you're in. So no." Akira arched his eyebrows - that must have been why Cows had never said his name during their little... tryst. It told stories about both of them that they'd go at it like animals without fully knowing each other's names, and none of these stories shed light upon their better qualities. "Akira. My name's Akira." Akira sighed. The episode in the kitchen had definitely not been one of his finer moments.
Cows glared over at the stuffed animals on the table - Akira's didn't need a wasted degree in psychology to tell that he wanted to pick them all up for whatever reason. "God, why are they so cute," he said, more of a statement than a question.
Akira walked over to the smaller man's side, picking up a stuffed crocodile that he had affectionately named Jane. "You think they're cute, huh?" He mused, the ghost of a smirk on his face. "I could make you one if you'd stop being so surly all the time, Cows..."
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 24, 2011 20:35:09 GMT -5
"Akira. My name's Akira."
Kous blinked at the statement. He had been expecting more of a sarcastic comment about how he shouldn't fuck people whose names he didn't know. But still, he acknowledged the other's- Akira's - comment with a slight nod.
Akira walked over next to Kous and picked up a small crocodile looking at it lovingly. Everything right now was causing him to be dumbfounded. Dumbfounded at why Akira hadn't kicked him out yet, but even more so that he himself was actually still in the room. After all he and this man had tossed insults at each other and then had passionate hate sex. These weren't normal situations by any standards, especially Kous's.
Suddenly Akira turned towards him and gave a light smirk. "You think they're cute, huh?" he teased. Kous blushed furiously. He had never planned on letting the other know his weakness for cute things, but yet his body language betrayed him easily.
"I could make you one if you'd stop being so surly all the time, Cows..." Kous's eyes immediately lit up at the sentence. Damn everything to hell, Akira already figured out his love for stuffed animals so why not take up the offer? "Deal! Though I don't think I can keep that promise of not being surly so how about I make you a dessert?" he smiled. Smiled. His affection for stuffed animals rivaled that of his kitchen, making him so happy that he was even showing it off in front of Akira.
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Post by adachi on Aug 25, 2011 21:49:39 GMT -5
Cows both blushed and visibly lit up at Akira's suggestion - the blush, of course, was not cute or alluring in any way, shape, or form. Akira would solemnly swear this on Fran's grave, if he had to. Had that suggestion been a mistake? "Deal! Though I don't think I can keep that promise of not being surly so how about I make you a dessert?"
Akira blinked for a second - that was right, Cows was the head chef in the cafeteria. He'd never actually eaten his food, since cooking for himself was much cleaner and cheaper, too; but from what he'd heard the other man was actually pretty good at what he did. "That's alright, I prefer my men surly anyway," - Fuck, why am I flirting with him? - "But a dessert sounds nice. Could I get a backrub if I make you two?" He pushed a thumb up against the knot in his back, wincing a little as he realized that the magic of the hot water had finally worn off. "What would you want, a goth teddy bear? Lolita platypus? I can do whatever."
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 26, 2011 9:56:55 GMT -5
Akira paused for a second before replying to Kous's change of offer. Kous was more than happy to go on admiring the stuffed animals as he waited.
"That's alright, I prefer my men surly anyway." Kous's eyebrows raised again and a small smirk appeared on his lips. Oh he knew. "But a dessert sounds nice. Could I get a backrub if I make you two?" He looked up blankly and considered the possibility of giving Akira a back rub. The con was that he was giving a back rub to the man he didn't like, but the pro was that he was getting two stuffed animals out of it. After a few seconds of careful deliberation he reached his decision. "Fine," he shrugged.
His hand took the chef’s jacket that had been draped across his shoulder and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Nonchalantly he made his way over to the bed and sat down. The sheets rustled underneath him at the new weight. "What would you want, a goth teddy bear? Lolita platypus? I can do whatever," Akira spoke up again. Kous hummed as he carefully tried to decide what he did want and began to unlace his oxfords ignoring the insulting parts of Akira's comment. He slipped them off, placing them neatly next to each other beside the bed.
When he was done he leaned on one of his hands as his other rested in his lap. "A cat. You can do whatever you want for the other one," Kous said finally. He stole another glance over at the table of animals while he said so. Clearing his throat he made a motion for the other man to join him on the bed. "Do you want that back rub or what?" Kous frowned.
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Post by adachi on Aug 26, 2011 15:38:59 GMT -5
Cows stared at him for a second, contemplating his answer to Akira’s question. ”Fine,” he said, shrugging as he tossed the chef’s jacket he’d draped over his shoulder onto a chair. Taking great care to seem easygoing, he hopped onto his bed, the sheets rustling around him. To Akira’s surprise Cows ignored the offensive part of his suggestions – was being a goth even an insult? Weren’t they a proud species? He hummed quietly to himself as he took off his oxfords, placing them right next to each other next to the bed.
"A cat. You can do whatever you want for the other one," Cows said, leaning on one of his hands with the other in his lap, glancing surreptitiously at the animals on the table. A cat? That’s... boring. Akira smirked as the other man motioned for him to join him on the bed – had he taken the backrub thing seriously? "Do you want that back rub or what?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming...” Akira laughed as he made his way to the bed, sitting down next to the somewhat shorter man. “Uh... so what sort of back rub is this going to be?” He raised an eyebrow, staring inquisitively at Cows. “A ‘take off all your clothes, slather me in baby oil’ kind of back rub? Or is it gonna be the boring kind?” He looked down at Cows’s shoes and smiled. “Cute shoes, by the way. You’ve got dainty feet, though; they’d never fit me.”
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 26, 2011 19:07:20 GMT -5
The deep rumbling laugh that Akira let out surprised Kous. It was somewhat charming in that he's-still-kind-of-a-dick way. The brunette man made his way over to Kous and sat down next to him. The bed gave a small creak at the newly added weight.
“Uh... so what sort of back rub is this going to be? A ‘take off all your clothes, slather me in baby oil’ kind of back rub? Or is it gonna be the boring kind?” Akira inquired with a raised eyebrow. Kous wrinkled his nose and gave Akria a bored look. "Who the hell would want to see your naked self covered in baby oil? Not me," he scoffed. "Now turn around so I can give you this damn back rub."
As the other turned around he noted Kous's shoes. “Cute shoes, by the way. You’ve got dainty feet, though; they’d never fit me,” he cracked a smile. Kous frowned again as he began to knead into Akira's back with his fingers. "Sorry that I don't have big ass feet like you. Are you even Asian?"
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Post by adachi on Aug 27, 2011 0:00:31 GMT -5
Cows wrinkled his nose, giving Akira a look that implied he was bored senseless. "Who the hell would want to see your naked self covered in baby oil? Not me," he scoffed. "Now turn around so I can give you this damn back rub."
Akira complied, laughing again to himself as he turned around. What was the deal with that? Cows was an ass - there was nothing funny about him, except for maybe the way he dressed. What crawled up his ass and died? Akira let out a satisfied moan as Cows's fingers kneaded into his back - that felt nice, really nice. Apparently he knew how to use his hands for things other than cooking... and the bedroom - kitchen counter, if you wanted to be specific.
"Sorry that I don't have big ass feet like you. Are you even Asian?" Cows sounded all uppity from behind him and Akira was pretty sure that he was frowning.
"Oh, you caught me..." Akira shrugged, letting out another quiet moan as the knot lessened in pain. "I'm half American. I got my dad's height, but that's okay. I like my size." He grinned, wondering whether Cows would catch the double-meaning there - he was well endowed, and all.
"Were you a masseuse in another life?" Akira leaned back a little into the other man's hands, sighing comfortably. "Because it feels like it..."
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Post by cafeteria gentleman on Aug 27, 2011 14:28:39 GMT -5
Kous's fingers stilled at the small moans Akira was letting out. Certain memories of the kitchen came into mind, but he quickly pushed those out of the way. He refused to give into the ideas that were forming in his head.
"Oh, you caught me..." Another moan. Kous pressed his fingers harder into Akira's back as he was failing to get rid of the thoughts that were beginning to plague his mind. "I'm half American. I got my dad's height, but that's okay. I like my size." Goddammit Akira. All of this flirting needed to stop. He gave a stiff nod despite the fact that the other couldn't even see him.
Akira sighed pleasantly, "Were you a masseuse in another life? Because it feels like it..." Thank God for something else to occupy his mind than the current ones he was having. Though the way the brunette leaned into Kous's fingers still kept them at the edge.
"No, but I did give my mother massages all the time," he laughed lightly. It had been five years since he last saw his mother and it made Kous remissness. Of course he called her on a regular basis because, though Kous won't admit it, he was a bit of a momma's boy. He exhaled small breath and shifted his weight on the bed. His fingers continued to gently rub small circles into Akira's back.
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Post by adachi on Aug 27, 2011 15:26:00 GMT -5
"No, but I did give my mother massages all the time," Cows said, laughing lightly to himself. For a moment, he'd seemed somewhat pleasant; but he was talking about his mother and not thinking about Akira, so the change in attitude made sense, mostly.
Akira let the massage commence for a few moments longer, having nothing to say other than making 'mama's boy' jokes. When the knot was mostly gone he shifted, turning around to face Cows. "Thanks," he said, trying to ignore how cute the other man had suddenly become. Cows? Cute? As if. He frowned slightly - it turned into a grin a second later, what the fuck was up with that? - and stood up from the bed, happy to note that nothing hurt when he stretched his arms to the ceiling. "Okay, I'll start your cat now... I'll make you two."
Akira yawned, walking over to the cabinet where he kept his personal supplies. "What color do you want? I've got pretty much everything."
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