HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE ❤
~Aki
Hiroki x Nowaki~Valentine’s Day One Shot Fanfic:
Hiroki: “Thank you for the meal.”
Nowaki: “Here Hiro-san, I’ll wash up your plate so you can get ready for work.”
Hiroki: “Thanks.”
Having finished breakfast, his hands were now full with dishes. Nowaki headed for the kitchen, dumping the load into the sink and turning the tap on full. He added the dish washing liquid to the warm water, watching the white bubbles grow before him as he slipped his hands into a pair of rubber gloves. As he wrapped his tie around his neck, Hiroki exited the bathroom and back into his bedroom, balancing out the ends before looping it through and tugging it tight up around his neck. Looking at his wristwatch to check the time, he noted that today’s date was February 14th.
Hiroki: Why does this date feel so familiar to me?
“…Shit.”
Finally, it had come to him that February 14th was in fact Valentine’s Day.
Hiroki: So this is why Nowaki is so cheery this morning. That idiot! I hope he doesn’t expect anything special from me, but knowing him…
Nowaki always found doing work such as the dishes boring and at times like this, his thoughts would begin to wonder aimlessly about.
Nowaki: Hiro-san really seemed to enjoy the meal I cooked for him this morning! His face is so cute when he stuffs his cheeks. He looks just like a little chipmunk storing nuts for the winter.. *giggles*
Hiroki peeked around the corner of the bedroom where he could see Nowaki from the side with a huge cheesy grin on his face.
Hiroki: Crap it’s already started! I can’t tell what kind of stupid things he’s thinking about.
Exiting their bedroom with his briefcase in one hand and umbrella in the other, Hiroki made a dash for the door. Cautiously opening it, he tried not to make any unnecessary sounds which would draw any attention to him.
Nowaki: “Ahh! Hiro-san, wait a second.”
As the door creaked open, Nowaki suddenly appeared from around the corner with a plate and drying cloth in his hands, flustered to catch up with Hiroki before he left for work.
Nowaki: “Umm so are we doing anything…special tonight?”
The man’s eyebrows furrowed as an irritated expression grew across his face.
Hiroki: “Get those stupid ideas out of your head, now!”
He exited through the front door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving behind Nowaki hanging his head in disappointment. Nowaki dragged his feet back towards the sink and upon approaching; he bowed his head down, letting out a slow sigh.
Nowaki: I should’ve known Hiro-san wouldn’t make any plans. He has way too much pride to even consider doing something cheesy on a lovey-dovey day.*sigh*
~The Hospital~
Flexing his neck from side to side, Nowaki could feel and hear the joints within pop, heaving a sigh of relief that his long shift was finally over.
Tsumori: “Heading off Nowaki?”
Nowaki: “Yup, how about you?”
Tsumori: “I’ve still got one more patient to see and then I’ll call it a night.”
Nowaki: “Alright, see you tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work!”
Nowaki signed his name on a card and slotted it back into its pocket before heading towards the double doors, passing his Senpai on the way.
Tsumori: “Kamijou-san!?”
Holding a clipboard out in front of him, the man called his next patient up, drawing Nowaki’s attention straight away as he flicked his head around.
Nowaki: It couldn’t be…
From within the crowd of sick and injured patients, a man stood up from a chair in the back row, holding his hand against his chest. From his wrist up, all he saw was his entire hand wrapped in a familiar thick coloured cloth.
Nowaki: “HIRO-SAN!?”
Tsumori: “Huh?”
Tsumori looked up from his clipboard to see the injured man walk up towards him. His facial expression almost instantly changed as his eyebrows knitted together and eyes glimmer with irritation.
Hiroki: Why couldn’t I have gotten another doctor? Anyone but him would have been fine!
From his periphery, Hiroki noticed someone approaching quickly from his left and before he could change the direction of his gaze to identify the person, he found himself tightly wrapped in a pair of long, white sleeved arms, squeezing him tightly until he began to loose his balance.
Hiroki: “What the hell do you think-”
Being suddenly jerked back by his shoulders, Hiroki took a moment longer to adjust his sense before realising he was within Nowaki’s embrace. Once Hiroki was able to catch sight of him, he was able to see Nowaki’s red and distressed eyes.
Nowaki: “Hiro-san what are you doing here? Are you hurt? What happened to your hand!?”
Bombarded with questions, Hiroki could feel himself becoming even more annoyed as Nowaki began to shake him back and forth.
Nowaki: “Hiiroo-saan!?”
Hiroki: “Nowaki, quit it already!”
Nowaki: “Hiro-san, what happened?”
Tsumori: “Let’s get Kamijou-san into another room first so we stop disturbing the other patients.”
Both Hiroki and Nowaki followed the doctor into a private room where they sat down by a desk, sitting in silence as Tsumori began to type up Hiroki’s information into his computer.
Hiroki: “I was cooking on the stove and I somehow bumped the pot and it fell. Instinctively I tried to catch it but its whole contents just spilled onto my hand and onto the floor. I immediately ran it under cold water but the pain wasn’t subsiding so I thought it would be best to come to the emergency room to get it checked out.”
Tsumori carefully unwrapped the cloth and removed the ice pack from Hiroki’s hand, examining the red and painful burn as Nowkai viewed from above, hovering over the man’s shoulder. He poked and prodded the swollen hand as gently as he could as Hiroki held his breath in an attempt to hold back the painful tone in his voice.
Tsumori: “Looks like you’ve got second degree burns so we’re going to have to dress it. I’ll be back in a moment.”
The man left the room leaving Hiroki and Nowaki alone together in silence.
Nowaki: “You need to be more careful Hiro-san!”
Hiroki: “I know! It’s not like I did it on purpose!”
The man cringed in pain, taking in a deep breath and exhaling out. Nowaki carefully held Hiroki’s hand up to his mouth as Hiroki attempted to pull it away.
Hiroki: “What are you doing?”
His lips pursed as a cool breeze blew onto Hiroki’s hand in an attempt to soothe it from the still burning pain. A few moments later Tsumori returned with a tube of cream and a roll of gaurs. Within 5 minutes, he was able to fix Hiroki’s hand up with a nice and neat bandage, strapping it together with an elastic clip.
Tsumori: “There we go.”
Hiroki: I thought for sure he would try to get on my nerves, but I am glad to see that he can at least act like a professional at work.
As Tsumori finished typing up the rest of the document, he printed a copy for Hiroki, asking him to sign it as best as possible and made a follow up appointment with him for three days later. As the three exited the office, Tsumori couldn’t hold himself back any longer, feeling he had to get in one quick comment to tease Hiroki before they left.
Tsumori: “So got any ‘plans’ tonight?”
Nowaki: “Senpai!”
The redness of Hiroki’s scowling face gave him the boost he wanted, returning it with a cheeky grin and chuckle.
Tsumori: “Sorry, my bad. None of my business right, Kamijou-san?”
The cackle of his laugh sent a chill through Hiroki’s body, wanting to retaliate by socking the in the mouth with a fist full of fury but his surroundings being at a hospital made it seem like a bad idea as well as the fact that his dominant hand was now injured. He was able to get away with it once when he thumped him on the head with his bag but there were no guarantees he would be as successful this time. Trying his best to control his temper, Hiroki swiftly turned around; neglecting to thank Tsumori for all everything he had done for him.
Nowaki: “Thank you so much Senpai!”
Hiroki: “Nowaki! C’mon lets get out of here.”
Nowaki: “Thank you for your hard work!”
Nowaki ran off after Hiroki who was already waiting outside by taxi rank, attempting to hail a cab with his bandaged up right hand. Nowaki easily caught up just as a taxi pulled up beside them. The two jumped into the car and headed home for the night to their apartment. Arriving outside their building, Nowaki opened the door before Hiroki who entered. As he flicked on the light, he suddenly realised that he had failed to clean up the mess he had made before leaving to go to the hospital. Realizing if Nowaki were to see this, he would have had no idea what to say, he quickly switched off the light as Nowaki entered, turning the room pitch black and making it impossible to see a thing expect the glowing time on the microwave.
Nowaki: “Hiro-san! Why’d you turn off the light? I can’t see a thing!”
Brushing his hand over the light switch, Nowaki took a step forward, catching his foot on the entrance mat causing him to lose his balance. Falling over, like dominoes he knocked Hiroki down to and landed directly on top of him. The light flickered back on with the two finding themselves in an awkward position.
Hiroki: “Get off me you fool!”
Feeling claustrophobic, Hiroki pushed Nowaki’s face away from his, directing it towards the kitchen. The man’s eyes grew wide upon seeing the great mess Hiroki had created. The benches were covered in a brown glossy substance, which dripped down from the tops and onto the cupboards below. On the floor laid a pot with the same brown substance pooling around it. Curious as to what is was, Nowaki’s nose began to twitch as he sniffed about. A sweet scent caught his attention as he inhaled deeply, identifying the substance almost immediately
Nowaki: “Why’s there chocola-?”
Nowaki looked back down to see Hiroki’s blushing face staring back up at him. As their eyes met, Hiroki covered his face with his left arm and turned his head to the side, attempting to avoid any eye contact with the man kneeling over him.
Nowaki: “Hiro-san, did you try and make something for me as a Valentine’s present?”
Nowaki could see that even Hiroki’s ears were glowing bright red as a faint muffled sound came from the mans covered lips. He grabbed hold of Hiroki’s arm, pulling it down below his lips, asking to repeat what he just said.
Hiroki: “YES, ALRIGHT! I tried to make you chocolates but I ended up spilling it everywhere and burning my hand in the process! Are you happy now?”
Nowaki: “Yes!”
Hiroki: “Idiot! You’re not supposed to be happy! I injured myself!”
Nowaki’s hand slipped behind Hiroki’s head as he gently embraced the man in his arms.
Nowaki: “No, I’m happy you went through all that trouble just for me.”
Hiroki grew silent, his body heating up as he became flustered and embarrassed. Nowaki leaned back up, angling Hiroki’s face to look up at him as he once again slowly leaned back in, slipping his tongue into his hot, wet mouth, coiling it around his sweet tongue. Hiroki gasped as Nowaki ran his hand up the leg of his jeans and along the seam of his crotch, rubbing his palm back and forth.
Hiroki: “Mhmm*gasp* Ahh s-stop Nowaki!”
With a single touch he could feel Hiroki had already began to grow hard. His nimble fingers began to unbuckle the man’s belt; a trick he had been putting into practice for a while now. Before Hiroki knew it, the two leather straps were hanging down on either side of his twitching body. Nowaki’s fingers grazed over the button on top his jeans and swiftly popped it open, leaving Hiroki more defenceless as he pitched the zipper between his thumb and index finger, sliding it down to reveal a small but growing bludge. Nowaki’s rough fingertips ran up the stem of Hiroki’s cock to the tip, feeling the man below him shudder with expectations. Their lips continued to mould to one another as their tongues danced a sweet melody within their watery mouths. Nowaki found himself turned on with every gasp Hiroki drew. Turning his head to the side to speak, Nowaki’s lips remained as they were, now kissing down the nape of Hiroki’s neck as the man tried his best to protest.
Hiroki: “Nowa-ki…Wait I c-can’t. My hand!”
Nowaki removed his lips from Hiroki flesh, licking them; he smirked as he looked down upon the panting man.
Nowaki: “You don’t have to do anything Hiro-san. Leave it to me.”
With a quick slip of his hand, Nowaki’s finger curled around Hiroki’s quivering cock, making his hips jerk forward as he gasped again in shock.
Nowaki’s smile grew as his other hand began to unbutton the white-collar shirt revealing Hiroki’s pale pink chest to him. The sight of the two pinkish nubs made his mouth water but instead of attacking them, his head moved down further, taking the head of Hiroki’s dick in his mouth instead. His fingers began to climb the lean torso of the uke, his fingertip lightly grazing the skin until they reached Hiroki’s chest. He gently tweaked the rosy nubs between his thumb and index finger, making Hiroki shudder once again.
Hiroki: “Ahh-hah.”
Continuing to lick up and down the length of Hiroki’s now fully erect cock, he could hear Hiroki from above trying his best to hold his voice back. The man’s hand dived through Nowaki’s thick, jet-black hair, tugging at the roots as the feeling began to intensify.
Hiroki: “W-ait-ahh, No-waki…-hah, I’m gonn-ahh..”
Nowaki released the suction he had created with his mouth, now taking the throbbing cock in his hand as he looked up at the squirming man.
Nowaki: I want to see Hiro-san’s face when he cums.
His hand continued to slide up and down the slippery cock, speeding up with each stroke as he watched Hiroki huff.
Hiroki: “Ahh! No…stop! I’m cumming! AHH!”
His jaw dropped as saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth and streamed down his chin. His eyes drew shut and voice grew louder as he shuddered, spurting the white liquid onto Nowaki’s face. Wiping the cum away with his hand, Nowaki looked up with satisfaction just as Hiroki’s fist landed down onto his head.
Hiroki: “IDIOT! *huff huff* WE WERE SUPPOSE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS *huff huff* NOT MAKE MORE!”
Nowaki: “Oww! Hiro-san, that hurt!”
Written by: Aki
Edited by: Ryuzaki
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