Been sick all week. Wrote this in three hours on a whim -- for some strange reason it's always easier to write when I'm feeling sick (mostly about other people feeling sick, but I take what I can get).
Title: Call Me Anytime**
Chaarcters: Soubi, Ritsuka
Genre: They talk a lot? No pr0n, although the end is sort of...veering that way. Um.
**If you can think of a title for this story that doesn't give anything away AND doesn't sound like a bad pick-up line, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
Call Me Anytime
Soubi stared at the ceiling, wondering why he was awake.
...that was Ritsuka's ring tone. Suddenly much more alert, he sat up and half-turned to face the dresser, both legs still under the sheets. Groping for his cellphone with one hand, he pushed his glasses on with the other.
"...come pick me up."
Soubi reached back for the light switch before consulting the antique clock on the wall above his desk. It was three in the morning. His eyebrow quirked, but -
"I'll need to borrow a car. Hold on."
"Okay. Just don't take forever."
"And I'll need to get dressed. I sleep nake-"
It is physically impossible to violently hang up a cellphone, but Soubi nevertheless got the impression that that was exactly what Ritsuka had just done. He sighed and hit re-dial.
"You need to tell me where you are," Soubi said patiently.
"Where you are" was halfway to Nikko, huddled on the side of one of those scenic mountain overpasses with his arms wrapped around himself and no jacket. Ritsuka didn't say anything when Soubi pulled the car up, just crawled into the back seat, shivering a little. He was in his pajamas. Soubi used the observation area to turn the car around -- the road was narrow -- and discretely turned up the heat.
At least he was wearing shoes.
"What happened?" Soubi asked. He kept his eyes on Ritsuka's reflection in the rearview mirror. In the backseat, Ritsuka was leaning against the window, seemingly asleep, but his ears were up and his eyes opened slowly to meet Soubi's in the mirror. There was something like loneliness or longing in them, although it was hard to tell in this lighting. Not for the first time, Soubi wished that...
"Don't look at me, keep your eyes on the road!"
Soubi obediently shifted his gaze away. He could still feel Ritsuka's eyes on him. He wondered if he should repeat the question, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"...Mom woke me up and said we were going to visit Grandpa."
"She said I shouldn't pack anything, we'd go shopping once we got there. But I had to come out to the car right away because otherwise we wouldn't be on time to see the sunrise over the mountains. She was really excited. She started talking about how much I liked Grandpa and how much fun it would be to go fishing together again, just the three of us, and she was just...really happy."
There was a sound like Ritsuka sliding down to curl up on the seat; Soubi resisted the urge to check the mirror again.
"Do you like fishing?" he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe."
Ah. Soubi signaled his change onto the expressway, even though they were the only car on either road. In the backseat, Ritsuka sighed a little.
"You're a much better driver than Mom. She was all over the road."
"Is that so?"
"It was making me sick, but I didn't want to say anything because she was so happy. It got really bad when we left the highway for the mountains, though, so I asked if we could stop for a minute, and she got really upset and asked if I was carsick. I didn't want to say anything but she was really insistent so I eventually said a little, and then she got really upset and said I couldn't be, Ritsuka loved car rides and he never got sick."
"That sort of thing can change."
"Mmm." Ritsuka sounded like he didn't believe it. "I lied and said I was fine. I was feeling really nauseous, but I didn't dare lie down or open the window... My head was pounding. I could taste McDonald's cheeseburger in the back of my throat and it was suddenly really gross-"
"McDonald's cheeseburger is always gross."
"Liar! Don't interrupt!"
Soubi didn't say anything.
"...anyway, I thought I could stand it but after maybe half an hour I threw up all over the dashboard." Ritsuka waited, and when Soubi still didn't say anything he harrumphed.
"I might throw up in this car, too, you know." He said it like a challenge.
Soubi smilied. "I don't mind. It's not my car anyway."
"...you're so weird."
"It's not a compliment! ...anyway, that's what happened."
"Thank you for telling me, Ritsuka."
"I love you, Ritsuka."
They'd almost made it back to his house before Ritsuka noticed.
"Where are we going?"
"Home," Soubi said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes. Whose home?"
"There's no one at your house right now," Soubi said reasonably. "Mine is closer."
"That has nothing to do with it!"
"Do you want to go home, Ritsuka?"
"...not particularly," Ritsuka admitted. There was a thump as his tail lashed against the door. He was nervous, how cute. "But that doesn't mean I want to go to your place! Besides, my Mom might be waiting for me at home."
Soubi kept his thoughts on the likelihood of this to himself.
"Or what if she comes back during the night?" Ritsuka continued. "I need to be there in case she does. Take me home, Soubi."
"Is that an order?"
It was six thirty in the morning by the time Soubi pulled to up to Ritsuka's house and parked. Ritsuka stepped out of the car, then hung on the door like he wasn't sure what to do next.
"Thank you," Ritsuka said.
"Call me anytime," Soubi said.
"Goodnight," Ritsuka said.
"At this point it's closer to good morning," Soubi said.
"Good morning, then," Ritsuka said, and for the first time he smiled -- not the wide fake smiles in the photographs, but a small, secret smile that lifted the corner of his mouth. He probably didn't know he was doing it.
"May I come in?" Soubi asked, before he could think about it.
Ritsuka's tail lashed, and his eyes widened. The sun was rising over the townhouses across the street and in the cool dawn light Soubi saw that his eyes held that mixture of joy and terror that always made him want to pull Ritsuka down by the ears and ravish him.
"Sure," Ritsuka said.
My thoughts as an author at this point are pretty much "60% of teenage girls admit to having made out in their parents' bed; first-time sex most commonly occurs at home, it's the comfort level or something, a sense (however false) of greater control over the situation."
EDIT: Next Chapter
I've decided to turn this into a series. Expect the tone to vary wildly from chapter to chapter, 'cause there are a lot of different themes in the manga and I want to hit all of them. (Um. A lot of them at least.) Rating / disturbance level may go up as story continues, so if you liked the way this chapter went and don't want to see it ruined, feel free to treat it as a oneshot. That was what it was when I wrote it anyway.