xp: Kippei and Shinji - going home
Dec. 16th, 2005 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shattermeltShinji raced down the hall, skidding around the corner and grabbing hold of the doorway to turn into the room. He skidded into the side of the bed and barely restrained himself from falling all over Kippei, reminding himself that regardless of whether Kippei was allowed to go back to their room or not, with all those stupid conditions and things it was still pretty damn obvious that Kippei was injured. Would be injured for a long time. There were holes in him!
"Good morning!"
Kippei was not in a good mood. He was more than ready, had been more than ready to get out of this bed for days, the novelty of it feeling good just to lay there and breathe having worn off pretty damn fast. Now, even though he was being allowed to move back to his own room, he was still being told he had to stay in bed, and he was not at all happy about that--especially since he had to admit, although he refused to do so to anyone other than himself, that he really couldn't do much of anything if he had been allowed to get up. God, it sucked getting shot.
"What's good about it?" he grumbled at Shinji--and then he realized he was grumbling at Shinji, who had listened to him complain more than enough lately, and he smiled reluctantly instead.
Not at all influenced by Kippei's bad mood, rather used to it already, Shinji leant very close, careful not to touch him where he was hurting and kissed the very corner of his mouth, just for starters.
"I get to take you home with me," Shinji murmered, trying to be seductive, wanting to at least cheer Kippei up a little too. "And then I can kiss you whenever I want."
Kippei had to chuckle wryly, and okay, that was a very good thing, but it only reminded him that he was facing another week or two, at the very least, without sex, and that was entirely not cool. It had already been a week, and Shinji had been here all the time being his unconsciously sexy self, and while Kippei certainly didn't want him anywhere else, it was still a fact that having him here made it that much harder to ignore the acute sense of need that he seemed to inspire simply by standing there and breathing.
Shinji burst out laughing, and then muffled the sound be kissing Kippei properly. God, he loved Kippei like nothing else; like wasn't supposed to be possible!
"You think about sex too much...but if we're in our room then we can still do...stuff..." Oh god, he hadn't meant to think about that sort of thing! He knew he had to be red like a tomato but he never really minded when he was with Kippei. "Stuff we can't do in the medical center."
"I do not," Kippei countered, and gave the lie to this statement immediately by pulling Shinji closer with a hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back, deep and slow and smouldering like the heat that Shinji woke inside of him. Stuff they sure as hell could do in the medical center, if they damn well wanted to, he thought crossly. But when it came down to it he didn't really want an audience, not for that, and maybe Shinji was right and he did think about it too much, but jesus christ. How did you have a boyfriend like Shinji who was too damn hot for his own good and half the time didn't even know it, and not think about sex more often than not?
"Can we go now?" he asked impatiently, since they weren't even going to let him try to walk that far and he had no control over these proceedings at all. He hated it.
"Mmmm..." Shinji was a little distracted by hot kisses to think about going anywhere but he was also very aware of what Kippei wanted, and even what he himself wanted. Giving him one last quick kiss, Shinji ran out the door and grabbed the doctor, wheeling a chair in and excitedly getting Kippei off the bed and into it while listening to the silly lecture the doctor was giving him. Like Shinji would let him do anything stupid like get out of bed. Shinji wanted to keep Kippei in bed. But for now he was in a chair and they could go right? And Shinji got to wheel it, which was even better! Running his fingers through Kippei's hair once, comfortingly and just because he wanted to, Shinji nodded to the Doc's demands and got the hell out of there.
"It's like a jail break!" Shinji whispered excitedly in Kippei's ear. "You know...without the jail and sort of...without the breaking out part, since we're allowed to..."
Kippei let Shinji help him into the wheelchair, pretending it was because Shinji wanted to and not because he needed it. Not because it still hurt like fuck to move that much, dammit. He held his breath until he was seated, until the pain in his chest eased and he sighed gratefully, leaning back into Shinji's fingers in his hair and really not caring that it still hurt so long as it meant he was leaving.
He mostly ignored the lecture from the doctor, figuring Shinji was listening and even if he wasn't, Kippei didn't have that kind of concentration to spare right now and he could probably guess what the irritating man was saying anyway--no walking, no getting up, nothing interesting allowed at all and so on and so forth. Kippei didn't want to hear it again, and anyway he was too busy gritting his teeth and attempting to hide the way his body was screaming fuck you, don't ever move again! at him with some rather persuasive arguments in the form of bruised and torn muscles and skin and hell, probably bones all protesting the way he was actually trying to use them. Fuck you too, he thought with a mental growl.
Then he tilted his head back, looking up at Shinji with a wry smile. Neither a jail nor a break, but still. "It feels like it," he agreed.
Smirking, but more than a little worried by the wave of pain and hurt and just anger and swearing spilling over in Kippei's brain, Shinji moved a little faster, brain already trying to figure out exactly how to get Kippei out of the chair and onto the bed. Maybe if he made a futon on the floor between the two beds, that would be better. Kippei was in a lot of pain and even something stupid like getting him to the toilet was going to be hard. Shinji suddenly wished he had super strength or something useful, but unfortunately he was probably the weakest guy in the school, other than Shishido maybe, since the bird-boy had bird-bones, but it was still debateable.
"We'll be there soon, baby," Shinji murmered, leaning down to kiss the back of Kippei's neck soothingly. He hated seeing Kippei in pain.
"I'm fine, Shinji," Kippei insisted with a bit of irritation, and maybe he wasn't fine but he sure as hell wanted to be and he wasn't going to let a little pain stop him from getting out of here. It wasn't that bad, if he just ignored it. People got shot all the time and it couldn't slow you down that much, could it?
Baby? he asked mildly, aware that Shinji couldn't see the expression on his face but raising both eyebrows anyway, mostly in sheer bemusement. He wasn't going to complain seriously about anything Shinji wanted to call him, especially when it came with that soft little kiss on the back of his neck, but maybe he would protest a bit. He did wonder how Shinji came up with that one. It wasn't like he was being that pathetic, or so he hoped.
"Good morning!"
Kippei was not in a good mood. He was more than ready, had been more than ready to get out of this bed for days, the novelty of it feeling good just to lay there and breathe having worn off pretty damn fast. Now, even though he was being allowed to move back to his own room, he was still being told he had to stay in bed, and he was not at all happy about that--especially since he had to admit, although he refused to do so to anyone other than himself, that he really couldn't do much of anything if he had been allowed to get up. God, it sucked getting shot.
"What's good about it?" he grumbled at Shinji--and then he realized he was grumbling at Shinji, who had listened to him complain more than enough lately, and he smiled reluctantly instead.
Not at all influenced by Kippei's bad mood, rather used to it already, Shinji leant very close, careful not to touch him where he was hurting and kissed the very corner of his mouth, just for starters.
"I get to take you home with me," Shinji murmered, trying to be seductive, wanting to at least cheer Kippei up a little too. "And then I can kiss you whenever I want."
Kippei had to chuckle wryly, and okay, that was a very good thing, but it only reminded him that he was facing another week or two, at the very least, without sex, and that was entirely not cool. It had already been a week, and Shinji had been here all the time being his unconsciously sexy self, and while Kippei certainly didn't want him anywhere else, it was still a fact that having him here made it that much harder to ignore the acute sense of need that he seemed to inspire simply by standing there and breathing.
Shinji burst out laughing, and then muffled the sound be kissing Kippei properly. God, he loved Kippei like nothing else; like wasn't supposed to be possible!
"You think about sex too much...but if we're in our room then we can still do...stuff..." Oh god, he hadn't meant to think about that sort of thing! He knew he had to be red like a tomato but he never really minded when he was with Kippei. "Stuff we can't do in the medical center."
"I do not," Kippei countered, and gave the lie to this statement immediately by pulling Shinji closer with a hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back, deep and slow and smouldering like the heat that Shinji woke inside of him. Stuff they sure as hell could do in the medical center, if they damn well wanted to, he thought crossly. But when it came down to it he didn't really want an audience, not for that, and maybe Shinji was right and he did think about it too much, but jesus christ. How did you have a boyfriend like Shinji who was too damn hot for his own good and half the time didn't even know it, and not think about sex more often than not?
"Can we go now?" he asked impatiently, since they weren't even going to let him try to walk that far and he had no control over these proceedings at all. He hated it.
"Mmmm..." Shinji was a little distracted by hot kisses to think about going anywhere but he was also very aware of what Kippei wanted, and even what he himself wanted. Giving him one last quick kiss, Shinji ran out the door and grabbed the doctor, wheeling a chair in and excitedly getting Kippei off the bed and into it while listening to the silly lecture the doctor was giving him. Like Shinji would let him do anything stupid like get out of bed. Shinji wanted to keep Kippei in bed. But for now he was in a chair and they could go right? And Shinji got to wheel it, which was even better! Running his fingers through Kippei's hair once, comfortingly and just because he wanted to, Shinji nodded to the Doc's demands and got the hell out of there.
"It's like a jail break!" Shinji whispered excitedly in Kippei's ear. "You know...without the jail and sort of...without the breaking out part, since we're allowed to..."
Kippei let Shinji help him into the wheelchair, pretending it was because Shinji wanted to and not because he needed it. Not because it still hurt like fuck to move that much, dammit. He held his breath until he was seated, until the pain in his chest eased and he sighed gratefully, leaning back into Shinji's fingers in his hair and really not caring that it still hurt so long as it meant he was leaving.
He mostly ignored the lecture from the doctor, figuring Shinji was listening and even if he wasn't, Kippei didn't have that kind of concentration to spare right now and he could probably guess what the irritating man was saying anyway--no walking, no getting up, nothing interesting allowed at all and so on and so forth. Kippei didn't want to hear it again, and anyway he was too busy gritting his teeth and attempting to hide the way his body was screaming fuck you, don't ever move again! at him with some rather persuasive arguments in the form of bruised and torn muscles and skin and hell, probably bones all protesting the way he was actually trying to use them. Fuck you too, he thought with a mental growl.
Then he tilted his head back, looking up at Shinji with a wry smile. Neither a jail nor a break, but still. "It feels like it," he agreed.
Smirking, but more than a little worried by the wave of pain and hurt and just anger and swearing spilling over in Kippei's brain, Shinji moved a little faster, brain already trying to figure out exactly how to get Kippei out of the chair and onto the bed. Maybe if he made a futon on the floor between the two beds, that would be better. Kippei was in a lot of pain and even something stupid like getting him to the toilet was going to be hard. Shinji suddenly wished he had super strength or something useful, but unfortunately he was probably the weakest guy in the school, other than Shishido maybe, since the bird-boy had bird-bones, but it was still debateable.
"We'll be there soon, baby," Shinji murmered, leaning down to kiss the back of Kippei's neck soothingly. He hated seeing Kippei in pain.
"I'm fine, Shinji," Kippei insisted with a bit of irritation, and maybe he wasn't fine but he sure as hell wanted to be and he wasn't going to let a little pain stop him from getting out of here. It wasn't that bad, if he just ignored it. People got shot all the time and it couldn't slow you down that much, could it?
Baby? he asked mildly, aware that Shinji couldn't see the expression on his face but raising both eyebrows anyway, mostly in sheer bemusement. He wasn't going to complain seriously about anything Shinji wanted to call him, especially when it came with that soft little kiss on the back of his neck, but maybe he would protest a bit. He did wonder how Shinji came up with that one. It wasn't like he was being that pathetic, or so he hoped.
