Chapter Text
hajime was to hold the apartment down while his two roommates were away. he figured if kazuichi was going with fuyuhiko, he could stay home, have some peace and quiet, then finish working on his assignment.
he puts his pencil down to scratch the tip of his nose. his own sniff echoes throughout the room. that’s how quiet it is. hajime glances at the clock on the wall. it’s already been an hour, so surely the two other boys would be back relatively soon.
he just didn’t expect it to be this soon.
hajime can hear the door swing open from across the apartment. he can hear the knob hit the wall as well. excited, are we? he thought.
“it looks sick, dude. go show hajimeeee─!” kazuichi stops in his tracks once he sees hajime standing in the doorway of his room. he lifts fuyuhiko’s shirt, making the shorter boy huff in surprise. he turns him around in one swift motion.
“hajime, be honest. did they fuck up any of my other tattoos?” fuyuhiko called out.
hajime looks over his back, mesmerized by all the muted colors clashing together. it was a good clash, the type that made the art really pop.
not having, nor wanting, a tattoo–hajime was stunned that fuyuhiko really got all the tattoos he said he would. he remembered when he first made that bold remark, but what made it even bolder is that he said he planned to get more after the ones he said he wanted initially.
“they didn’t.” he says honestly. “it looks really good.”
hajime looked over at kaz, studying his arms to see if there were any tattoos on him. “didn’t you say wanted a tattoo also?”
before kazuichi could answer, fuyuhiko cut in to say that he almost asked to get one but chickened out. “i didn’t even know why you insisted on coming if you were going to get all scared about it.” he stepped away to place the jacket he was carrying down on the sofa.
“i told you! i was there for…moral support, just in case you got scared!” kazuichi followed after him. hajime gave a little snort, trying to catch his laughter before kaz noticed. “it would probably have been the other way around.” hajime turned around to head back into his own room, leaving the two to their petty, little argument in the living room.
it’s already late in the afternoon, so hajime places the assignment documents neatly in his folder and closes it up. he draws the curtains to his room, getting one last glimpse of the setting sun’s orange hue before it completely disappears for the night.
a harsh knock on the wall outside of his room can be heard behind him. “hey hajime,” fuyuhiko stood there, his previous jet black shirt that he wore now missing.
hajime’s eyes went from his face down to his chest, eyeing the masterfully done chest piece fuyuhiko had.
that one has to be my favorite.
his eyes went back up to meet fuyuhiko’s.
“y-yeah?” damn, not the stutter
“should we cook tonight, or did you want to order something? go out?”
hajime’s mind drew a blank.
sure, he was a little bit hungry at this point. but can you blame him for not thinking about dinner?
“up to you.” he answered, trying his best to act unbothered.
fuyuhiko ran his fingers through his spiky hair, moving his hand down to scratch behind his neck. “probably not up to making something after doing work all day, eh hajime?”
hajime tried his best not to look at him, pretending to file the rest of the pages of his assignment. “right.”
fuyuhiko took a step into the room. “you good?” he reached out his hand to touch haji’s shoulder. before he could reach him, hajime let the documents fall with a quiet thud and turned to meet fuyuhiko’s eyes once again.
“can i tell you something?” hajime asked, his voice suddenly low and gravelly. fuyuhiko took notice of this right away, knowing that it only happens when hajime’s nervous.
fuyuhiko leaned in to listen, assuring him that he could tell him anything without fear of judgement. “should i call kazuichi?”
hajime realized it would buy him a few seconds to recollect himself. he nodded and fuyuhiko yelled for him.
“what? what!? i’m starving! fuyuhiko did you ask him or what!?” kazuichi glared at him.
“kazuichi.” hajime firmed. kaz looked at him, puzzled.
“what do you think of fuyuhiko’s tattoos?”
kazuichi just stood there, studying hajime’s face. he noticed that he was red, flushed and just leering at both of them.
“they look fine, why?”
suddenly defensive, fuyuhiko took a step in front of kazuichi, giving hajime a cold stare. “what kinda question is that? do you have a problem with them?”
hajime breathes in deeply. fuyuhiko is so close to him, their bodies might as well be pushed up against one another.
“they look good, as i said before. they look really good actually.” hajime starts. maybe a little too good he goes on inside of his head.
“that’s why i wanted to ask you two,”
he paused. the two others looked at him in anticipation.
“if you wanted to hook up again.”
fuyuhiko groans, while kazuichi’s facial expression turns from irritated to excited.
“you said that would only be a one time thing!” the blond boy complains.
“don’t look at me, kazuichi was the one that suggested that in the first place.” hajime gestured to kaz, who was preoccupied with removing his shirt.
“c’mon fuyuhiko. none of us has had the time to get laid lately. we’re all down bad here.” kazuichi tossed his top onto haji’s bed.
fuyuhiko didn’t dare look at kaz in his face. he was far too embarrassed at this point. the red was already showing up on his face.
“ohh, i know! you’re just afraid of being the bottom again.” kazuichi smirks. he leans onto the shorter boy, arm around his shoulders.
fuyuhiko doesn’t shrug him off, but he does cross his arms defiantly. “what’s there to be afraid of? a bisexual and a guy who follows me around like a lost puppy?”
well at least i know which one is which hajime thinks
he sat himself down onto his bed, beckoning the two to follow suit.
fuyuhiko was on his right side, kazuichi on his left. he turned to fuyuhiko and told him that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to.
“i just felt like being underneath you wasn’t for me…sorry man.”
hajime knew exactly where fuyuhiko was coming from. with how domineering fuyuhiko typically is, hajime expected him to be less aligned with receiving and more drawn towards giving, pleasing, and controlling.
“don’t be sorry!” kaz beamed. “i don’t think either of us would mind it if you put us in our place.” his smiled widened at the mention of it, sharp teeth showing.
fuyuhiko almost smiled himself, rolling his eyes. “why don’t you fuck around and find out.”
hajime watched him intently, moving his face closer into his to kiss him. fuyuhiko, although a bit hesitant, reciprocated and got lost in his kiss.
so lost, that it didn’t take him long to begin to stick his tongue out, beginning to get harder and harder as hajime pressed his body up against his own. fuyuhiko moved his hand up to haji’s face to make sure he wouldn’t pull away abruptly. “don’t you go anywhere.” fuyuhiko whispered into his mouth, sealing the deal.
hajime grunted. a noise of utter agreement and approval was the only thing he could do, with his mouth occupied and all.
he let out another grunt, one after the other as soon as he felt kaz’s hands on him. on his waist, sliding up towards his chest. kazuichi’s fingertips were surprisingly cold, and it made haji shiver. it felt good, as the sharpness of the cold shot up into his chest and made his nipples harden. kaz squeezed his pecs, nuzzling his face into his neck and placing a few kisses there.
hajime did his best to give kazuichi access to his neck while still kissing fuyuhiko, moving his head ever so slightly to the side. he moaned into fuyuhiko’s mouth when kaz bit down, leaving what would be, without a doubt, the darkest, violet colored hickey hajime has ever received.