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"Hurry up and look for it!"
Saionji couldn't help but stomp his foot along with his words out of anger. This was the exact reason why he decided to go over his paperwork at the rooftop of all places-- to keep Niwa off his back.
"I'm looking! Relax, Kaoru-chan!"
The mischievous smile that crept onto the Kings face as he spoke told Saionji he wasn't being taken seriously at all.
The treasurys office currently had its ceiling under repair due to leaks, otherwise Kaoru would never work outside of there. The rooftop seemed like it would offer a considerable change of pace, but most importantly, the same peace and quiet as the comfort of their office. He was wrong, though. Now he's here gathering the documents that flew out of his hands when Niwa jump scared him, and the one at fault has been tasked to locate the missing page.
He searched high and low, but probably wouldve found it much easier if he wasnt so distracted thinking about being alone with Saionji. Having not put his mind to the job, he searched for it in unreasonable places, like out at the back where it was unlikely to be. Instead of Saionji's paperwork, he found something pretty exciting.
Now, it wasn't a slip up of Nakajima's. He was right about their chosen spot being out of anyone's sight, but he never would have guessed his eccentric President would be scanning the entire rooftop looking for something. Niwa stepped back stealthily out of surprise from catching Nakajima toying with that newly transferred first year out in the open, and then ran for it back to where Saionji was settled down.
"Where's the paper, Niwa?" He asked with an impatient glare.
"Knowing you, you have a back up for these, don't you?"
"So you didn't find it?"
"We have to go, Kaoru! Something's taking place up here!"
Normally, Saionji would have said they're not going anywhere 'til he finds it, but something about him seemed more serious about leaving that place than he was anytime before that. He was right about having a plan B, but it didn't seem worth whipping it out for a petty reason like this. He found himself exiting through the door Niwa held open, anyway.
"What did you mean by 'somethings taking place' up there?"
Niwa paused, he didn't intend on telling him what he saw, but had already unconciously dropped a hint. He realized people may be right when they say he has a big mouth.
"If I say I saw Hide, would you be able to tell what he was doing?"
Saionji furrowed his brows, "...Was he alone?"
The taller couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly he picked up on it. But it wasn't surprising, with both Nakajima's well-known body count and Saionji's intellect put to test.
Saionji scowled, having an unwanted image of whatever the vice president couldve been doing up there popping up in his head.
"I can't believe he still does that.."
He pursed his lips after the words slipped out of his mouth, but he knew Niwa caught that, considering how close he stood to him as they walked.
"You've caught him before?"
Niwa looked at him wide-eyed in disbelief, his voice unintentionally rising in volume.
"Something like that.. And don't shout into my ear."
The conversation drifted off from there as they made their way down the halls. But rather than silence, Niwa would keep trying to spark conversations that are cold heartedly dismissed by the other party.
He sat back down onto his swivel chair at the SC Office with a deep sigh. It was boring in the office without Nakajima, though he was absent rather often because he gets his work done in such a quick pace that Niwa doesnt understand. Once he's out of there, he goes around doing Nakajima things. Like what, Niwa thought. Probably things like what made Saionji go silent earlier today.
The president rested his feet on top of the desk and stared across the room wearing a serious expression. He didnt know why the thought of his friend doing those kinds of things with random people drained him so much. Some time ago, he had already come to his own conclusion about Nakajima and Saionji's past using little hints he sniffed out, and the tension between them. This time too, he assumed, Saionji was reminded of things done to him when he heard of his activities at the rooftop.
Hasn't the King always been all over Saionji?
He was, as it seemed. Thats how he made it seem. But after a while of glorifying him so much, he realized that maybe he was just trying to forcibly see what Nakajima saw in him. Frankly, because he wanted to know what was so good about him. And he did find a lot, Saionji was one of a kind. But having thought long and hard about it, it was beginning to look like the one he wanted was Nakajima.
Niwa shuddered at the thought, and reluctantly brought his feet back down after they went numb. He hoped for his friend to walk into the office and find him sitting there funnily, though. He could already see Nakajima's scowl, then hear him go 'get your feet off of there'. It would've been funny.
As if manifested, the person in question suddenly walked through the door he kept imagining him entering in from. Niwa was sitting normally, though.
"Where've you been, Hide?" He pouted playfully.
"None of your business."
"Hmm." Niwa sank into his chair in disappointment from the cold reply, and followed him with his eyes til he sat down in front of the computer.
"I know what youve been up to, though."
Nakajima lifted his hands from the keyboard and glanced sidelong at Niwa, who was smirking so slightly that it didn't really deliver as teasing. Deciding that he didnt look in the mood for sarcastic exchanges, he faced the monitor again and continued what he was working on.
"Don't care, huh?"
He added, fiddling with the piles of paper in front of him after a pause of waiting for the others response.
"I could hear your loud voice at the rooftop. It's not a surprise."
He thinks so little of me, he doesn't care what I have to say about what he does.
Niwa scratched his head, he knew it wasn't like him to feel bad about something this small, but he's been feeling this way for too long. There might be something wrong with him, he thought.
He felt bothered even 'til he was lying in his dorm room. His window was wide open, remembering what he told Keita about releasing worries by looking up at the infinite sky. He was a hypocrite for still feeling uneasy.
After a while, he began to notice a certain smell coming from outside, in which he recognized as cigarette smoke. In a school full of only the best students, not too many were hard headed enough to smoke within school premises. So it had to be him, right?
Niwa snickered as he annoyingly knocked over and over, even after being acknowledged. It was an act of endearment. As expected, Nakajima opened the door wearing his white bathrobe, holding a newly lit cigarrette, and with a ticked off expression on his face.
Niwa excused himself before waltzing right in, and surely found his friends window wide open.
"Haven't you gotten caught smoking yet? I can tell when you are, since the smell reaches my place."
"I haven't been. And yes, I know it does."
He leaned onto the window pane and inhaled the fumes of his stick before blowing it all out, looking like a complete painting to Niwa who was sat on his bed.
"You're the only idiot whose window is wide open in that direction."
"Let me take a few drags." Niwa asked after a while of staring. He placed the stick Nakajima handed him between his lips and couldnt help but notice the butt was damp.
"What's wrong with you, by the way?"
The wording takes you aback, but he knew this was just Nakajima's roundabout way of asking if he's alright. He was glad to hear it.
"Wish I knew."
Silence took over the room a second time, which was unusual for them. The ticking of the wall clock was loud as the entire island grew quiet at midnight.
"..You really just take on anyone, don't you?"
Nakajima looked at him, as if deciphering what he just said.
"If this as about Keita on the roof, I was just playing with him."
"Yeah, well, he seems like a pushover. Saionji is pretty headstrong, though."
At this point, the vice president had turned to face him as they spoke, as if to confirm it was a conversation worth engaging in.
"So, you aren't stupid." He said with a smirk.
"I can put two and two together." Niwa shrugged, "What I cant distinguish is the criteria of yours they both meet."
"And why would you need to know that?"
"I was just wondering. Since maybe, you would never think to do it with someone like me."
He held his breath as they stared at each other in silence like it was a contest, until Nakajima put out his cigarette and shut the window.
"Oh, I've thought of it."
Niwa gulped as his friend took a few steps closer, it was too late to regret anything now.
Nakajima placed a knee on the bed, making it sink down as he pulled Niwa forward by the collar of his shirt.
"Are you sure about this?" His voice was a little lower, as if more serious.
Niwa laughed as he looked up at him. He was taller by a good number of inches, but right now, he felt like he could be enveloped.
"You're not usually the type to ask for consent."
Nakajima's eyes narrowed.
"That's.. Your privilage."
He whispered as he leaned in, closing the gap between them.
Niwa knew him better than anyone else. Nakajima wasn't exactly open to him, but Niwa was good with people, and he wasn't much less of an asshole than his friend was. Niwa knew how he worked, and Nakajima just accepted the fact. That's why it made him happy to hear of his so-called privilege, knowing full well that Nakajima was just being cautious so as to preserve their friendship.
They were together everyday; visiting each others dorm rooms often enough to make you wonder if they dont get sick of one another in the Student Council office. Theyve been classmates since their first year in Bell Liberty, taking the ultimate level classes. It was difficult for him to pinpoint when exactly he began feeling nervous about hooking his arm around Nakajima's shoulders.
Now they kissed silently in the middle of a dimly lit room. Though Nakajima was usually rather talkative in these sessions, he didn't feel his usual desire to tease the other party. Every time besides now, they spent bickering together anyway.
His glasses felt cold to Niwa's cheeks whenever he'd change angles for deeper access, and his hands were warm as they slid up Niwa's back, pushing his shirt up.
He broke the kiss and looked down on his friend with half-lidded eyes, an expression he didn't think he'd be using in front of him any time soon. He left a mark on Niwa's neck, on his collar bone, then on his chest, before placing his knees down on the floor.
Niwa pursed his lips as he felt cold air upon having his sweatpants pulled down. A syllable escaped his lips as heat quickly wrapped around him, then rose and fell in stroking motions. With his lips still closed around it, Nakajima used his tongue to tease the tip and felt it grow inside his mouth. He edged him before getting back up, only now noticing Niwa's hands tightly grasping his hair.
Nakajima crouched down to kiss Niwa who was lying on his back as he stroked himself, having moved from the edge of the bed to the center. When he decided he's been prepared enough, he reached for a bottle of what Niwa assumed was lube from the sidetable.
He inserted a few digits smothered in the substance, all while covering himself in it too. Even after everything, they couldn't deny it was a little awkward to be staring into your best friends eyes as he stretched you out.
Nakajima finally positioned himself at his entrance, placed his glasses on the nightstand and shrugged his bathrobe off as his tip pushed in. Light, pale skin was exposed, and Niwa could see his chest rise with every breath. Being the Chairmans two most trusted physical fighters, their marvelling at each others sculpted bodies was mutual.
"If it hurts.. No, wait, it wouldn't for you." He snickered, still thrusting slowly.
"I don't know about karate, but judo doesn't involve training our assholes."
Nakajima picked up the pace and reached down to kiss him again. Their bodies pressed against each other, Niwa could hear his dogtags clinking with every thrust. They grunted and cussed into each others ears in low voices, but were sure that they were still echoing quiet noise into the neighbouring rooms at 3am. After all, there was no masking the creaking of the old bedframe holding up two built men.
If any of his neighbours were awake, they'd be sure to figure out what was going on since the window was open not long ago, and anyone in this school could recognize their SC's voices. The knowledge of this seemed to excite Nakajima, going for deeper, more powerful rolls with his hips.
He groaned Niwa's name over and over absent mindedly.
His heart pounded as he was being called, comforted that he wasn't just a placeholder.
The room was filled with panting and the sound of wet skin slapping against each other. They changed positions multiple times, refusing to stop when their bodies grew sore. When Nakajima had reached his peak, Niwa was on all fours. He rested his cheek on Niwa's back and moaned with his release, allowing sweat and saliva to drip down onto him.
He had Niwa lie on his back so he can finish him off too. Nakajima took him in, spit out from time to time to rub with his hands, and swallowed again. Niwa had grown more sensitive since the last time, and couldnt help his voice from coming out.
Once he finally came, Nakajima climbed up the bed so they would be face to face and both broke into smiles. Their foreheads touched as they leaned in for another bitter kiss, and they kept it that way even after.
"Why are you smiling?"
"I got you in my pants." Niwa said with a grin.
Nakajima rolled his eyes at his friends terrible word choice like always.
"You wanted it that bad, huh." He teased, reaching for the light switch.
"I like you, Hide."
Niwa burst out laughing at the way his usually unshakeable vice president stumbled upon hearing his sudden confession. The lights were off, and he didn't have his glasses. That was his excuse. But the room had already been lit by the morning sun, they didn't realize they've been at it for so long.
"It bothers me that you're the type to say that out loud, with a straight face no less."
"Your response?" He watched Nakajima get in bed beside him, expectantly.
"I know."
Nakajima lied on his side, facing the wall. His friend could only assume he was hiding an embarrassed expression, unsure of how to deal with his nature like always.
After a few hours of sleep, they were gonna head to the Student Council office earlier than needed, as per usual. But this time, coming from the same dorm room.
Nakajima always dreaded being permanently tied to someone like Niwa, but now that they've been, he won't deny that he can't picture himself comfortable with anyone else.