Saiyuki: Privacy. Hakkai/Gojyo, R
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louiseluxSee, I spent my Friday afternoon at work very constructively.
Title: Privacy
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Rating: mild R
Notes: written in exactly 60 mins for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
temps_mort frustrated lust challenge, although I haven't posted it there because it's just a bit too rough around the edges, so it's here for posterity. Hakkai thinks about nuns. Really.
Privacy
Hakkai knew how to deal with lust. Privacy was rare so he simply ignored it or had a cold shower or if that didn't work he made a point of getting up early and going to bed late, just so he wouldn't be lying there at a loose end. If he was really desperate he'd even get out his book on meditation and exert large amounts of energy on trying to think himself to a higher plane. It worked, except the higher plane always seemed exquisitely dull compared to the earthly one and he'd come crashing down plagued by thoughts of creamy flesh, soft lips and firm thighs wrapping around him and his only resort was a cold flannel applied to the heated parts.
Thinking about the nuns worked too. Sister Maria had always been particularly enthusiastic in her encouragement of chastity and the application of her wooden ruler to the knuckles of idle and guilty hands. She'd had little dark hairs that grew out of her nostrils and remembering those helped immensely.
Yes, nuns. Or anything to do with his childhood, really. He'd been so cold in those days. A miserable brat, indeed. Until Kanan. How they'd fumbled at first. He'd been a little clumsy and had never been able to hold back for very long. He smiled to himself; she'd been so patient with him.
This was probably a good time to stop thinking about her. He sat up in bed and his movement dislodged Jeep, who gave a sleepy, annoyed kyuuu!
Hakkai stood and went to the window. He was glad they had rooms to themselves tonight. He was only in shorts and a tee shirt and it was rather obvious that he was aroused, painfully so. But he simply couldn't bear the nuns again and it was far too chilly for a cold shower and who knew when he'd have the luxury of privacy again.
It was a thorny problem for all of them. Touching himself with Sanzo in the room was just not right. It was like having the Virgin Mary right there with him, coldly eyeing his revolting carnal activities, even with the light off and asleep. Sharing with Goku was the sexual equivalent of the trusty cold flannel. Sharing a room with Gojyo-- well, that's where all the trouble began anyway, so that didn't help. Yes, why not admit it, because his body had and long ago. Hakkai sank back onto the bed with a sigh. The cool air raised the hairs on his body, but it wasn't just the air that was having an effect on him.
Gojyo knew a lot about lust. Gojyo knew a lot about causing it, with his long legs and carelessly exposed flesh and the way he used to look at Hakkai during those long slow nights when there was nothing much to do but talk. He'd look at Hakkai with eyes that were far too trusting and innocent for someone so ill-used. Then sooner or later he'd say something absolutely filthy about some woman and his eyes would slide shut in lustful memory. Those times made Hakkai want to reach out and grab him and really show him something. Except he wasn't sure what, exactly.
'How to suck me,' he whispered into the empty room, and his mouth went dry at the thought.
Gojyo had a beautiful mouth, wide and curvy and it would look very pretty on Hakkai.
He wondered if Gojyo knew. Probably, yes. He never touched Hakkai these days unless it was absolutely necessary, so maybe he'd picked something up in that indefinable silent way people said these things to each other, with smiles and looks and carelessly exposed flesh and... oh. He put a hand over his eyes and laughed.
Gojyo had been saying it to him all this time.
Hakkai sat up. Damn the nuns and the meditation and the cold flannels. And the Virgin Mary. He dragged on some clothes, but not too many. He hoped he wouldn't be needing them.
Title: Privacy
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Rating: mild R
Notes: written in exactly 60 mins for the
temps_mort frustrated lust challenge, although I haven't posted it there because it's just a bit too rough around the edges, so it's here for posterity. Hakkai thinks about nuns. Really. Privacy
Hakkai knew how to deal with lust. Privacy was rare so he simply ignored it or had a cold shower or if that didn't work he made a point of getting up early and going to bed late, just so he wouldn't be lying there at a loose end. If he was really desperate he'd even get out his book on meditation and exert large amounts of energy on trying to think himself to a higher plane. It worked, except the higher plane always seemed exquisitely dull compared to the earthly one and he'd come crashing down plagued by thoughts of creamy flesh, soft lips and firm thighs wrapping around him and his only resort was a cold flannel applied to the heated parts.
Thinking about the nuns worked too. Sister Maria had always been particularly enthusiastic in her encouragement of chastity and the application of her wooden ruler to the knuckles of idle and guilty hands. She'd had little dark hairs that grew out of her nostrils and remembering those helped immensely.
Yes, nuns. Or anything to do with his childhood, really. He'd been so cold in those days. A miserable brat, indeed. Until Kanan. How they'd fumbled at first. He'd been a little clumsy and had never been able to hold back for very long. He smiled to himself; she'd been so patient with him.
This was probably a good time to stop thinking about her. He sat up in bed and his movement dislodged Jeep, who gave a sleepy, annoyed kyuuu!
Hakkai stood and went to the window. He was glad they had rooms to themselves tonight. He was only in shorts and a tee shirt and it was rather obvious that he was aroused, painfully so. But he simply couldn't bear the nuns again and it was far too chilly for a cold shower and who knew when he'd have the luxury of privacy again.
It was a thorny problem for all of them. Touching himself with Sanzo in the room was just not right. It was like having the Virgin Mary right there with him, coldly eyeing his revolting carnal activities, even with the light off and asleep. Sharing with Goku was the sexual equivalent of the trusty cold flannel. Sharing a room with Gojyo-- well, that's where all the trouble began anyway, so that didn't help. Yes, why not admit it, because his body had and long ago. Hakkai sank back onto the bed with a sigh. The cool air raised the hairs on his body, but it wasn't just the air that was having an effect on him.
Gojyo knew a lot about lust. Gojyo knew a lot about causing it, with his long legs and carelessly exposed flesh and the way he used to look at Hakkai during those long slow nights when there was nothing much to do but talk. He'd look at Hakkai with eyes that were far too trusting and innocent for someone so ill-used. Then sooner or later he'd say something absolutely filthy about some woman and his eyes would slide shut in lustful memory. Those times made Hakkai want to reach out and grab him and really show him something. Except he wasn't sure what, exactly.
'How to suck me,' he whispered into the empty room, and his mouth went dry at the thought.
Gojyo had a beautiful mouth, wide and curvy and it would look very pretty on Hakkai.
He wondered if Gojyo knew. Probably, yes. He never touched Hakkai these days unless it was absolutely necessary, so maybe he'd picked something up in that indefinable silent way people said these things to each other, with smiles and looks and carelessly exposed flesh and... oh. He put a hand over his eyes and laughed.
Gojyo had been saying it to him all this time.
Hakkai sat up. Damn the nuns and the meditation and the cold flannels. And the Virgin Mary. He dragged on some clothes, but not too many. He hoped he wouldn't be needing them.
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Date: 2005-05-20 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-22 03:23 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!