Twisted Harmony | By : LadyAreia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > An Cafe Views: 1179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tora sat silently on the examining table, shirtless and folded in Kisaki's lap a few steps away from him. The paper sheath over the table crinkled slightly as he
idly swung his long legs back and forth over the edge, his toes still a couple of inches away from brushing the cold linoleum floor. As they waited, the clock on
the wall solemnly ticked away the slowly passing time.
"Why do doctor's offices have to be so cold?" Tora murmured under his breath.
Kisaki shrugged off his own light jacket and stood, draping it lightly over the half naked man's boney shoulders. He pulled the collar snugly around Tora's
neck, allowing his fingers to linger briefly under the other man's chin.
"There. Now when the doc comes I can take it back and he can finish whatever tests he needs to." He placed a gentle kiss on Tora's lips. "But for now, at
least you won't have to freeze to death." His smile faded his hands traveled up Tora's chin to gently rub slow, soothing circles on either side of his temples.
"How do you feel?" He whispered. "I can see you're hurting."
Tora sighed slightly and closed his eyes, leaning slightly into Kisaki's touch.
"My head hurts a little, that's all."
Rose drummed his fingers restlessly, not able to concentrate on the old magazine in his lap. His eyes darted past Kiyoharu, who was thoroughly engrossed in
his book, across the empty lobby toward the nurse's station. He waited, and waited, until finally the nurse stood up and crossed behind her desk, walking
through the door separating the lobby from the examining rooms. After a brief knock, she stepped inside the bathroom to the left and locked the door.
Rose immediately jumped up from his seat, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table and grabbed Kiyoharu's wrist, yanking him to his feet.
"Ack! Rose, what-" but the other man just grinned and practically dragged his lover across the room, swiftly opening the door leading to the examining rooms.
"Now just a second.."
Rose looked up and down the hallway, then turned right, leading Kiyoharu all the way down, ducking into an empty room. Without bothering to turn on the
light, Rose pushed his lover inside and closed the door behind them, shrouding the room in darkness, with only the dim light filtering through the blinds
covering the single, small window allowing them to see anything.
"Jesus, Rose, what's gotten into-" Kiyoharu failed to finish his thought before Rose immediately attacked him, slamming their faces together in a deep,
desperate kiss. Rose's velvety tongue wrestled against his own as he moaned into his mouth, pressing their bodies against each other, hands roaming,
delving under clothes to caress soft skin. "Hmm.." Kiyoharu moaned after a minute, "a new kink I didn't know about?"
Rose giggled, nibbling on the shorter man's neck. "No, I just couldn't help myself." He stepped closer to the examining table, quickly undoing his pants and
sliding them off his narrow hips. "I've wanted to jump you ever since I saw you help move the others today. All sweaty, muscles bulging." He groaned in
anticipation as Kiyoharu fished something out of his pocket and dropped his pants beside Rose's "When you stripped off your shirt at Tora and Kisaki's, I
wanted to have you right then and there."
Kiyoharu chuckled and climbed onto the table after his lover. "I'm pretty sure neither one of them would have appreciated that much." He popped the cap on the tiny bottle of lube and slathered his fingers in the clear liquid. "But it certainly would have been entertaining."
With a breathless moan, Rose rolled his hips as two fingers immediately pushed their way inside him. After only a few minutes, Kihoyaru pulled his hand away, using the lube liberally on himself, then quickly pushed inside his lover's tight body.
Rose gasped sharply, fingers gripping the soft fabric of Kiyoharu's shirt, realizing in their haste that he had obviously not been prepared quite enough. A dull throb coursed through his body but he forced himself to relax, wrapping his long legs around Kiyoharu's back.
"Best hurry, love," Rose whispered in the other man's ear through clenched teeth, "we don't want to be discovered."
Kiyoharu nodded and began to move, slowly at first, trying to make up for the pain he knew Rose must be feeling, then faster, placing tender kisses down his
exposed throat and collarbone. He could tell by the mewling noises emerging from Rose's lips that the other man was trying to suppress his voice. With an evil grin, he began angling his thrusts just so, delighting in the deep throated grunts that soon followed. He continued to slam into his lover's willing body, feeling just how close to the edge they were.
And soon they both came, swiftly, harshly, one right after the other. With a low grunt, Kiyoharu collapsed beside the other man, sweaty skin sticking to the
paper crumpled beneath them.
"You always do this to me," he murmured, running a lazy hand over his lover's heaving chest. "Though, I do feel kind of bad. After all, we're supposed to be
here for moral support for Tora."
Rose grinned, eyes still glassy. "Think of it as...... a good deed rewarded."
Dr. Ishikawa rejoined the two men sitting in his small examining room, his face impassive. He sat on a stool opposite Tora and opened a large file.
"I'm still a little concerned with that infection," he said, a slight frown creasing his weathered face. "The antibiotics are working, I can see, but not as fast or as
effectively as I would like." The doctor looked down at the man sitting on the examining table and stood, sliding his stethoscope into his ears. Slowly, he ran
the metal disc over Tora's bare chest, listening intently. The instrument was cool on the young man's skin, and he shivered slightly. After a moment, the
doctor put his instrument away and made a notation on his chart.
"I'm going to prescribe a higher dosage. If that doesn't knock it out within the week, we'll try something else." he peered down at the young man. "How are your migraines fairing?"
Tora shrugged. "They aren't as bad as they were at first, but I do still get one every other day or so."
Dr. Ishikawa nodded. "I'll try a different pain reliever as well. But only take it if you really need too." He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "And I want
you to start eating more. Now that it looks like you will be sticking with us for longer than we had dared hope," a small smile traversed his lips, "you need to
get more of a healthy handle on your body." He shook his head. "You have become far too thin for a young man nearly 178 centimeters." he waved a hand at
the garment Kisaki held. "You can put your shirt back on.
Tora did so, grateful the examination was over, as the doctor pulled out his prescription pad.
"I want to continue seeing you every week." He bowed his head slightly and handed the younger man the two pieces of paper. "Until then, fair well." With that
said, the doctor left, leaving the two men alone.
"I'll bet Kiyoharu and Rose fell asleep in the lobby," Tora said as Kisaki opened the door to the hallway. "I didn't realize this would take so long."
Kisaki nodded over Tora's shoulder. "Somehow, I doubt those two were very sleepy." Tora raised an eyebrow but turned around, surprised to see their friends
coming down the hall toward them, faces red, breaths slightly elevated.
"What are you two doing back here?" Tora asked suspiciously.
"I,. uh, found something to keep us occupied while we waited." Rose grinned sheepishly, running long fingers through his tousled blonde hair. "Anyone
hungry?"
"So how did the appointment go?" Rose asked, laying his chopsticks down on his plate and taking a sip of tea.
"The infection's going away," Tora said, "as well as a slight case of phenomena that they had spotted last week, but not as fast as they would like. They did
say, however, that I'm improving quite a bit." He idly swished his spoon around the tiny chunks of tofu and chives floating in his miso soup. "They are
changing my meds again, hoping that'll all clear up soon."
"The doc also said he could have his stitches removed soon," Kisaki said between bits of salad. "Friday at the latest."
"You seem to be feeling better," Kiyoharu said, "or, at least, acting like it."
"Oh, I am," Tora smiled. "I'm doing a lot better. I still get so tired at the oddest times, but all in all..."
Kisaki nabbed a large piece of shrimp tempura off his own plate and plopped it down on Tora's. "They also said you need to be eating more."
The younger man wrinkled his nose, but after a stern look from all three of his friends, he reluctantly picked up the fried piece of seafood and took a small bite,
chewing it slowly. Kisaki reached under the table and gave Tora's unoccupied hand a gentle squeeze.
"Ah!" Rose suddenly put down his chopsticks. "Kisaki, did Hide get a hold of you today?"
The redhead shook his head. "No, why?"
"Damn, he's probably at work now.." Rose said under his breath, then stopped, eyes shooting toward Tora, who was now looking at him.
"Speaking of which, where does Hide work?" Tora asked. "I don't think I ever asked him before."
"Oh, ah, he just got out of cosmetology school last year," Rose said, patting his hair, "and now works at a salon at the edge of town. He says he one day
wants to open up his own shop, but who knows." Rose whipped his mouth on a napkin and stood, Kiyoharu taking the hint and following suit. "Well, we better
go."
"See you guys later." Kiyoharo said as Rose's fingers entwined around his and the made their way to the counter to pay.
Tora leaned close to his lover. "I thought you said they both had girlfriends?" He said, pointing to the two men walking away hand in hand.
"Ah, they do, but..." Kisaki shrugged.
"Well," Tora leaned closed and placed a swift kiss on Kisaki's cheek, "they seem happy together."
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