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Through the gap in Hiromi’s curtains the morning light sneaks through to beam directly into Oka’s eye.
He turns his face with a soft groan, resting his forehead against the back of Hiromi’s neck, burrowing closer in order to hide from a morning come just a little too soon. Hiromi shifts a little, shuffling back so it’s easier for Oka to wrap his arms around him. He kicks one of his legs back to hook Oka’s ankle with his foot and drag his leg forward between his thighs. Hiromi gives a sleepy little sigh and Oka smiles, letting himself drop back into a doze.
This is only their second sleepover.
Last time they crashed at Oka’s place, completely unplanned, with early starts for both of them the following morning. They crawled out of bed when their alarms had gone off with surprising synchronicity so Oka could make a slap dash attempt tamagoyaki they’d eaten standing at his kitchen counter and sharing a sweetened coffee from his only clean mug.
Neither of them has work this morning though, they’d made sure. Oka doesn’t open up until later on Thursdays and Hiromi invited him out again knowing he had a rare day off.
So when Hiromi’s phone blares his god-awful alarm Oka’s both annoyed and surprised. Hiromi reaches for it and Oka clings so tightly to him that as Hiromi shuffles forward across the mattress to reach it Oka is dragged with him.
Hiromi laughs as he turns it off, patting Oka’s arm where he relaxes to let it be a dead weight against over his waist. Oka settles, laying against Hiromi’s pillow fully now, looking forward to a lazy morning. He doesn’t know how well Hiromi can cook, or if he’ll have food enough for the two of them, so maybe they can just go out for breakfast — brunch. Oka can probably leave the shop closed until this afternoon, the kids are all at school, he only really needs to be there for when Reki and Langa turn up for their shift. Maybe he and Hiromi can find something to do, really make a day of it —
Hiromi shifts again, sliding out of Oka’s grip before he can tighten his arms around him and keep him in place.
Oka cracks open one eye and watches Hiromi sit at the edge of the bed, stretching his back out in a display that actually makes waking up seem a little less like a hardship. Oka opens one of the drawers in the cabinet beside his bed, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers.
Probably just going to the bathroom, Oka rationalises, rolling into his belly and shoving his arms under the pillow, to stretch in the warmth Hiromi left behind. But when Hiromi stands he doesn’t make his way out of the bedroom, he grunts through another little stretch and lowers himself to the floor.
Oka opens the other eye now too, pushing himself up enough to peer over the edge of the mattress and watch in wonder as Hiromi starts doing crunches, counting them off under his bed.
“What are you doing?” Oka asks him, voice cracking a little.
Hiromi slows, but he doesn’t stop.
“Morning exercises,” he says simply.
Oka tsks and tries to cajole him, “Come back to bed.”
He shifts against the bed a little, not yet entirely sure yet how best to be enticing. Hiromi's movements falter and he slowly comes to a stop, looking Oka over with lidded eyes.
“I can’t,” Hiromi says apologetically. “It’s S tonight.”
“Why does that matter?” Oka groans. He drags an arm out from under the pillow and reaches for Hiromi, dragging his fingers through his sleep mussed hair, thumb stroking slowly over skin that’s shaved smooth. “Come back to bed,” Oka tries again, pitching his voice almost into a whine.
Hiromi rolls up onto his knees and shuffles closer to the bed. Oka grins triumphantly.
“I didn’t know you were so difficult in the mornings,” Hiromi muses. He leans down to brush a kiss over Oka’s forehead then, to his immense horror, stands again. “I’ll go into the other room; you sleep some more.”
Oka turns his face into the pillow, trying to relax again, focusing on how the sheets are still a little warm and the way the faint woodsy smell of Hiromi’s cologne is clinging to the sheets under the slightly citrus scent of the detergent he uses.
With a groan he throws off the sheets, sitting up and almost angrily opening the same drawer Hiromi had, grabbing a clean pair of boxers for himself. He rolls the band once at the waistband so they sit better on his hips and as he pads across the room he swipes Hiromi’s t-shirt from yesterday off the floor.
Might as well find out what Hiromi keeps in his fridge, he supposes.
- - -
Hiromi lets him pick the movie despite the fact Oka is already tired so they end up watching the first thing with a thumbnail that doesn’t make Oka cringe; a harmless sort of action movie with a sure to be disappointing romantic subplot.
They made popcorn while the opening played and Hiromi is still eating through the last of it, occasionally offering Oka a piece who lazily opens his mouth and lets Hiromi feed it to him.
“We can just go to bed if you want,” Hiromi offers, kneading the base of Oka’s neck until he sighs.
He is ridiculously comfortable, laying on top of Hiromi with his head on his chest, pecs all soft where he’s relaxed and a thick arm resting lightly across his back whenever Hiromi’s hand isn’t pulling through his hair. Hiromi’s stomach is a little soft too, warm under Oka’s hands where he snuck them up under his tank top to pet across his skin. Oka’s expecting to encounter the hard cut of his abs, solid and defined but he doesn’t. He drags his fingers lightly over the fluff, earning a short huff of laughter from Hiromi and Oka decides he likes this just as much.
“Tickles,” Hiromi complains lightly, tugging at Oka’s hair. Oka turns his head and nuzzles against his chest, earning another surprised laugh.
The popcorn bowl is moved from its precarious perch on the couch to the floor and Hiromi sighs.
“I shouldn’t have eaten all that salt,” Hiromi muses, still petting lazily through Oka’s hair.
Oka tries to ask why not but he’s not sure real words come out.
“It always makes me retain a ton of water,” Hiromi explains.
Oka makes himself lift his head, frowning up at him as he says, “So what?”
“It’s S tomorrow,” Hiromi explains simply — like it truly explains the situation.
Oka drops his chin onto Hiromi’s chest, digs it in maybe a little harder than is necessary if the retaliatory tug on his hair is anything to go on. He never really remembers what night S is on unless they have a delivery to make, he used to only go outside of that a handful of times a year.
He attends more now of course, but he still relies on a delivery ticket or a direct invitation from his — from Hiromi.
“And?”
“I don’t want to look all bloated in my S gear” Hiromi grumbles. “My belly goes soft so fast; I don’t know how Kojiro keeps himself looking the way he does.”
Rolling his eyes, Oka huffs out, “Pretty sure that dude has never been properly hydrated in his life.”
Hiromi seems to consider that for a moment and Oka takes the opportunity to wiggle down until his face rests against the unusual softness of Hiromi’s belly.
“I like it,” Oka insists sleepily.
“Yeah?” Hiromi asks, stroking along Oka’s shoulder.
Oka hums in agreement, letting himself be soothed back to drowsiness.
“You sure you don’t just want to go to bed?” Hiromi asks.
“Mm. But if you’re going to wake me up with pointless sit-ups again in the morning just leave me asleep out here.”
“Oka,” Hiromi says softly.
But when he wakes up in the morning he’s curled up at Hiromi’s back again, stripped and redressed in one of his t-shirts. Oka doesn’t remember going to bed at all so he assumes Hiromi had carried him here; he wishes he had been awake for that.
- - -
Oka takes his not often used car to Hiromi’s so they can ride to S together. Better than taking the van from the flower shop. Better than trying to squeeze the two of them onto one of the scooters from Dope Sketch. That shit might work for Reki and Langa but it isn’t going to for him and Hiromi.
Hiromi buzzes him into the building and promises to leave the door open, letting Oka know he’s running just a few minutes late. Oka isn’t surprised by this, it takes a while to get all that makeup on, it’s happened before.
Somehow he is surprised, however, to push open the door and make his way down the short hallway to the living room only to find Hiromi on the floor in full S gear and doing more crunches.
“You know,” Oka drawls, watching the defined muscles of his abdomen clench as he repeats the motion over and over. “If you hadn’t made your S outfit like this, you wouldn’t have this problem every damn week.”
Hiromi pulls himself into a seated position with a soft grunt, grinning up at him. Oka can’t tell if it’s just the makeup causing his smile to look so wicked or if it’s the confidence of the painted mask that makes Oka feel more comfortable making it so.
“You saying you want me to cover up?” Hiromi teases. He jumps up, leather straining over his thighs and saunters over.
Oka can’t help but watch him, borderline staring as Hiromis closes the gap between them in a few strides. He leans down when he’s close enough, hesitating so close Oka’s breath catches so he can drag his thumb over his own lip. Satisfied by whatever he finds, Hiromi dips down to press a firm kiss against Oka’s mouth, chaste but lingering and when he finally pulls back Oka naturally goes up on his toes to follow after him.
“So you agree it’s worth it?” Hiromi teases, patting Oka on the hip so he can move past him.
“You want me to drive?” Hiromi offers.
“I — no, I bought my car,” Oka stutters.
“We’ll end up having to drive two to three kids home,” Hiromi warns, pulling open the front door. It isn’t exactly a shocking revelation.
-
It’s hard to understand how Hiromi ever thought he was undesirable. How he never had the confidence to go after his manager while she was still available — not that Oka is complaining about that now — when there’s a not insignificant subset of S girls that bypass Joe and Cherry completely to bat their eyelashes in Shadow’s direction.
Oka is lingering on the side-lines mostly, catching up with Kojiro and just trying not to crowd the persona Hiromi has made for himself here. He works hard for it, in several ways, and it’s fun for him; Oka would never want to ruin that.
But when one of the girls literally reaches out, wrapping one pink tipped hand around Shadow’s bicep to drag his focus solely onto her and her alone, Oka is pushing off the wall he’s resting against and marching forward before he can second guess himself.
“Oka…” Kojiro’s voice trails after him.
He slips in between two of the other girls and Hiromi turns before Oka has to say anything, smiling a little more genuinely than Shadow’s mouth normally curls. Oka only gets to enjoy the way his eyes widen in shock for half a second before he’s cupping Hiromi’s face in his palms and pulling Hiromi down into a kiss.
Hiromi grins, the noise around them ripples in a wave, chatter cutting out and picking up again as people realise what is happening. Distinctly and not very far away Oka hears Langa’s dumbfounded, “Huh.”
“Congratulations,” Oka says, strangely breathless as he rocks back onto his feet. “I knew you would win.”
It’s impossible to see Hiromi’s blush under his face paint but Oka can feel it warming his palm.
“Sorry,” Oka mumbles, too quietly for anyone else to hear. The guilt creeps in, he’s just done the exact thing he promised himself he wouldn’t.
They hadn’t talked about it as a couple yet — are they a couple yet? Oka thought he wouldn’t mind if they kept their as yet undefined relationship a secret here forever. It certainly works for some people they know.
Hiromi hooks his arm around Oka’s waist and tugs him in close, brushing his own kiss over Oka’s cheek.
“Don’t be,” he tells him, voice a little rough.
There’s more to say, a lot more to say, but then Langa is reminding them that Reki’s race is about to start, and the crowd moves around them, dragging them along and away from the situation at hand.
-
They end up driving all three kids home because Hiromi is more of a soft touch than he’ll ever admit. Reki and Langa take what happened without comment, though of course, Reki might not even know yet. Oka has no idea if Langa considers the two of them kissing information worth passing on to his own boyfriend or not.
As soon as Reki and Langa are deposited outside Langa’s apartment building Miya starts peppering them with questions. Most of his focus sticks on Hiromi, who he obviously feels more skilled at wheedling. Oka is thankful, not just because he needs to concentrate on driving, but because it gives him the perfect opportunity to listen to the way Hiromi rebuffs Miya’s questions without dismissing Oka himself.
Miya slams the car door loudly when he exits, punishing them both for the lack of answers. Hiromi just laughs and waits for Miya to disappear inside his house before slipping his hand onto Oka’s thigh.
“You’re staying over, right?”
“If you’ll have me,” Oka responds, putting the car in drive and steering back onto the main road.
“You’re always welcome,” Hiromi promises.
It would be a good time to start talking but they don’t. Oka doesn’t know what to say and he’s not sure if Hiromi’s silence is a good or a bad sign.
Hiromi tosses his house keys onto the side once they’re in his apartment and beelines straight for the bathroom to start scrubbing his face. Oka carefully steps out of his shoes and pads quietly after him, leaning up against the bathroom door frame as he watches the face paint slowly slide off under the warm water.
“I really am sorry,” Oka says.
“Don’t be,” Hiromi repeats. “You just surprised me is all — I really didn’t mind.”
“Still. It’s not fair —”
“I liked it,” Hiromi interrupts, straightening up and meeting his eyes in the mirror.
The makeup is mostly gone now, just a few patches on his jaw and the sides of his head where he hasn’t gotten to it yet. The skin on his cheeks is a little red and it might simply be where he’s been scrubbing it clean, but Oka is confident he knows Hiromi well enough to believe he’s blushing along with his confession.
“You liked it?”
“No one has ever been jealous over me before,” Hiromi admits. “That’s nice, you know.”
“That’s blatantly untrue,” Oka insists.
Hiromi shakes his head and ducks down again to give his face another once over, when he’s done this time he grabs a towel, patting himself dry then turns to face Oka, leaning back against the sink.
Hiromi’s bathroom is a weird place to have this conversation but it’s not the worst.
“You make people jealous all the time,” Oka tells him.
Hiromi shakes his head, then shrugs. His S outfit almost looks a little goofy without the full look to help pull it all together.
“I’m not used to people wanting me,” Hiromi admits. Oka’s just about to remind him about the girls at S when he pushes on. “Not seriously, not someone like…”
Hiromi waves his hand vaguely in Oka’s direction and he feels that gesture like the weight of a hundred compliments that are usually whispered into the curve of his jaw or the back of his neck when they’re safe under the cover of darkness.
“Yeah, well,” Oka starts, swallowing around the nervousness of what he’s just decided to do. “I’ve never had such a good boyfriend before, so I guess we’re even.”
There’s definitely a blush this time, scarlet and almost painful looking with how fast it floods Hiromi’s face. The desire to break eye contact burns but Oka makes himself hold strong, half regretting taking off his shoes in case he’s about to be kicked out of the apartment.
But Hiromi just rolls his shoulders once then crosses the distance between them in two large strides. He cups Oka’s jaw in one hand and uses the other to drag him in by the small of his back as their mouths slide together.
Oka sighs and Hiromi hums. They wordlessly start shuffling towards the bedroom without untangling from one another.
-
Oka can barely remember if he has work early this morning, let alone Hiromi. He groans softly as he comes to, nuzzling into Hiromi’s back and focusing on the fact he hasn’t heard an alarm —
Hiromi’s phone blares loudly and he swears softly as he wakes, silencing it quickly before slumping back against the bed.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, nudging himself back into Oka’s hold.
“Do you need to get up?” Oka asks, slipping his arms back around him. Hands stroking down his side to his stomach where he gently kneads at the softness that didn’t exist the night before. He buries a smile against Hiromi’s shoulder and hopes he can feel it.
This feels like a thing that’s all theirs — something secret and intimate that Hiromi only lets Oka see.
“I was supposed to go to the gym, but I can skip,” Hiromi says.
“Yes, you can,” Oka enthuses, digging his fingers in a little more firmly.
Hiromi’s laugh is more of a huff as he rolls over in Oka’s arms, nuzzling their noses together. Their good morning kiss is not exactly minty fresh, but Oka doesn’t think he’d trade it for anything right now.
He runs his hands up Hiromi’s back, where muscles lay thick and tantalising.
“You know you could wear a tank top at S and people would still think you’re cool,” Oka mutters, nosing at the sharp edge of Hiromi’s jaw. It’s a little rough where he needs to shave and Oka relishes in the feeling of it against his skin, knowing his hair is too pale for the scruff to be visible.
“You think so?” Hiromi teases. “Sure you don’t just want me to cover up so you don’t have any more jealous outbursts?”
“Nah, you’ll still have this,” Oka says, lifting his hand and cracking it down on the swell of Hiromi’s ass in retaliation.
Hiromi sputters, grabbing Oka’s hand and pressing it against the bed as he rolls them over, pushing Oka onto his back and weighing him down like he’s the one with somewhere he’s supposed to go this morning.