Math and English
Consists of:
Elliot Clive Erikson (Math) - http://charactertree.weebly.com/elliot-clive-erikson.html
Akatsuka, Tenraku (English) - This character is by: http://kumori-luvs-kakashi.deviantart.com/
Elliot Clive Erikson (Math) - http://charactertree.weebly.com/elliot-clive-erikson.html
Akatsuka, Tenraku (English) - This character is by: http://kumori-luvs-kakashi.deviantart.com/
Math had been laying in the bed for a while. He'd woken up a good hour ago, but had been laying, just thinking, this entire time, staring up at the ceiling. He had to re-position himself from being sprawled out oddly and tangled in the covers, to one arm under eng's neck, laying upright and straight.
English was very much asleep, having gotten used to his partner's odd sleeping habits and continued to lay there, snoring softly with one leg under the covers and his other one hanging haphzardly over Math.
Math rolled over, facing eng. He took a quick look over the man sleeping before propping himself up on his elbow and lowering his lips to Eng's ear. "It's morning," he whispers, sliding his lips down and along the cartilage and under the earlobe, then down the neck.
English shuddered, not only from the feeling of math's mouth on his skin, but the timber of his voice. He groaned as he adjusted himself to fit more snugly against the man next to him, He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "...Morning.." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper and cracking slightly from the hours he didn't use it.
"what are you up to later?" He asked, planting little seeds of kissed down the jugular. His arms found their way around eng's waist, massaging along the way. His thumbs did most of the work, finding their way between the muscles to give a little tickle and on the muscles to offer relaxation.
"Do we have off today..?" he asked softly, craning his neck against the pillow as much as he could to expose more of his neck to Math. He sighed contentedly, and a small smile forced its way onto his face when he felt his abdominal muscles flutter under Math's touch
"Of course we don't work today," He answers, then adding, "It's saturday." His gentle kisses become little nibbles. His hands travel farther than the boundaries of the waist and tease a little around the ribs, intending to tickle more than massage.
His breath hitched slightly as Math's hand moved lower, and his skin prickled with goosebumps. He felt the urge to rouse and turn the tables on Math, but he was too comfortable there with his eyes closed. "Then I should be free. I don't think I have anything to take care of right off hand."
With that answered, Math wasn't limiting himself for English's comfort. Now, Math thought it to be the right time to go from gentle little nibbles to a sudden hard bite down where the shoulder muscle met the neck. Not hard enough to cause excrutiating pain, but hard enough to definitely by noticeable and enough to be at least a shock.
"Ah--!" he hissed. a small jolt of heat rushed through his stomach and into his groin. He grimaced at the bite, though it was more out of pleasure than pain. "Damn, you have sharp teeth.." Eng snaked a hand behind himself to stroke along Math's ribs gently, finding himself a little more awake than he had been a second ago.
He offered a slight chuckle, hands settling and closing around eng's waist before rolling back, pulling eng with him so the english teacher would be on top. "I like my sharp teeth," he said smoothly, his voice unaffected by lack of its use over the sleep. "Now," He rolled farther, pushing
Eng under him and climbing on top, "Wake the hell up."
He smirked at the younger man's remark. He stared sleepily down at him from his perch, and returned, " I like your sharp teeth, as well." before leaning down and nipping his throat enough to pinch. He lingered for a moment, and dragged his tongue over where he'd bitten Math before tracing his lips along his heartbeat and kissing his collar bone. He sat up and studied the man. " Make me."
A smirk surfaced briefly before vanishing into Math's intended seductive expression. He leaned foreward, coming nose to nose with the challenger. He lingered there for a few moments, their noses brushing, but lips not touching. Lifting a hand to grab the top of the headboard, he pulled the rest of his body closer to his partner, now just an inch or so higher than him. Elliot looked down to observe English's expression, mostly his eyes. He hovered there, watching.
Eng also watched Math, as he brought their noses together. He understood the challenging gaze, seductive as it might be, and kept his expression schooled, though he could tell the proximity had an effect on his body immediately from the way his heartbeat jumped ever so slightly and the temperature seemed to rise just a tad. Quietly, his voice lower than usual, he said, " I hope that's not all you've got, because it'll take way more than just pressing our bodies together to wake me up.." He once again leaned up and ghosted his lips over Math's, but backed away instead of going with the instinct to press closer.
"Believe me, it's not," He responded rather quicky, but he kept his position, lingering still. After many seconds, Math's arms lifted off the mattress and off of the headboard, grabbing Eng by the ribs. Before the instant was over, Math spiraled sideways, dodging the nightstand and taking Eng with him. They performed a full 360, Math keeping the top position, Math barely doing enough to save Eng from impact. The most he did was barely enough to keep the wind from knocking out of English. That was all. Everything else, Eng could deal with on his own.
English was taken by surprise when he was hurled suddenly off the bed and onto the floor, with the heavier man still on top of him. He landed hard, his eyes squeezing shut and his teeth clenching as he knocked his head on the floor. He groaned in disdain, opening his eyes slowly to peer up at Math. "Very smooth.."
Math only smirked before lifting himself off of English and bringing himself to his feet, stretching out the tenseness before he got a painful knot in his muscles. Well.. so he didn't get anymore of those knots and tense spots. "I'm gonna make breakfast, since you can't cook for shit," He says, starting on his way out of the room, towards the kitchen.
Eng immediately missed the warmth of the body that had just been resting on his. He was tempted to grab his ankle and pull him back down, but sleep still hung heavily over him, and he forewent the decision, instead choosing to lay there and watch Math's ass as he walked away. He responded tersely with ".. Oi! My cooking is just fine."
"Yeah yeah," He responds, continuing along his way and making something along the lines of eggs, sausage, and bacon. He ate his half of his food while cooking, knowing that English probably didn't want to eat in front of him. Some day, Math would get a irritated with that enough to the point that he would shove food down Eng's throat. One day, but today was a day to please English, not to get him in a guilty or crabby mood. While cooking he remembered what he made the night before. Home made, made from scratch, fetuccini alfredo with chicken and steamed broccoli, along with steamed assorted vegetables and mashed potatoes on the side, buttered garlic bread for appetizer, and tripple chocolate cake for dessert. He even dressed semi-nice. Fresh-ironed blue button down and black pants, but not slacks. Math looked down on himself after setting up Eng's plate of food. He wore nothing but his gray silk boxers. WHAT? WHAT IS THAT? Math set the plate down on the counter, poking his abdomen. His abdominals were still defined and pronounced, but to Math, they were hiding under a thick layer of fat. He felt it when the surface of his body squished ever so slightly under the pressure of his poke. All the color drained out of his face, and he grew pale. "Mother fuckin'--" he cursed unde rhis breath. He would have immediately ran to his gym and work out for at least three hours, but he wasn't at his condo at the moment. He was spending the day with Eng, working to impress him and make him feel good before giving up the news. Shit. First thing when Math gets back, he's going for a two hour jog with no stopping and spending another two hours on his abdominals. Recomposing himself, Math picked up the plate of breakfast and went on his way back to Eng's room, peeking into the room slowly before entering.
Eng could smell the delicious breakfast wafting in the air, and he frowned as his stomach growled in protest. He stared at the ceiling, willing himself to get up and go grab a plate and sit down with Math. An image flickered briefly of the man in an apron and pajama pants, standing over the skillet in his kitchen and showing off his mastery chef skills. He replayed the image over in his mind like a record, remembering how it had felt to watch Elliot in action. He felt a pleasant warmth settle in his abdomen again. Just as he was about to get up to remind himself exactly what he loved so much about his cooking in the morning, Math appeared from around the corner (i think). Belatedly, Eng turned his head in his direction, offering a tentative smile
Elliot smiled rather fakely, very upset that he was getting fat. It was his boyfriend's fault. Boyfriends made other boyfriend very lazy, which caused Math to get all gross and fat. He walked in with the plate covring as much of his abdomen as it could, hoping that English woudn't notice. "Here's your breakfast. I'll just get ready in the guest room while you eat," He says, setting the plate on the night stand, totally avoiding closeness with English, before hurrying out of the room to his suit case so he could get some clothes on to cover his fat. While doing this, Math was actually breaking out into a sweat. He was getting so nervous, it was horrible. He grabbed a towel with his clothes, hurrying into the guest room and closing the door behind him.
The silver haired man tossed him a questioning look as he accepted the plate of food from him. He was about to ask him what was up when Math turned back around the corner and into the other room. He set the plate down untouched and knocked on (whatever room he's in) the door. "Math...? You feelin' okay? "
Math stopped his fumbling, looking up at the door. There wasn't a lock, he remembered. He remembered this because when he was trying to keep English away the first night staying here, he told math that there was no lock, so there was no avoiding. Math only hoped that English didn't invite himself in before math was dressed. "Yeah I'm fine," he answers, dabbing the sweat off of himself and trying to relax his body so he would stop sweating. He dabbed himself again, just in case, before applying deodorant, his usual cologne, and clothing himself with his fitted dark grey T-shirt with an almost unnoticeable design coming from the bottom right corner and his jeans, faded specifically to compliment the shape of his lower body. He noticed they were a little tighter on him than usual, though it was probably a delusion his self-consciousness created. he stepped in front of the mirror to observe himself. He didn't look any different, but that's not what he saw. He thought he'd grown a size. He did his best to keep himself from panicing, but it was decided. He's over exerting himself for at least a week. He really needed to get rid of this excess weight.
Eng stood there, listening to Math's movements inside the room, and debated opening the door. Hesitantly, he turned the knob and pushed it open, entering the room quietly and closing it behind him. "That didn't sound like a very positive answer..", he said gently. He observed Math, taking in the clothes he was wearing, enjoying the way his shirt and pants fit snugly against his muscled body and contoured to his rippled flesh. But the look his saw on his face told him instantly that he wasn't seeing the same thing he was.
Math turned his head to glance at English, then back to his reflection, then back to english. He forced yet another smile. "Why didn't it?" He asked, making his way towards English, setting his hands on his shoulders, sliding his palms down the arm and to the hands, grasping them. He continued with his walk, pressing his chest against Eng's body and pushing him back against the wall. Once against the wall, Math leaned in and landed a small kiss onto Eng's lips, smiling when he pulled back.
He felt himself pressed back against the wall, much to his pleasure, and enjoyed the press of Math's lips on him. But the way he was smiling seemed unlike the stoic man he knew. Looking at him seriously, he responded, "It was in your voice. You're usually pretty good about hiding things in your voice, but you slipped up this time." He slid his hands tenderly over Math's arms, moreso to convey understanding of something he couldn't put a name to than to be sensual.
His smile dropped. That smile, just now, was a real one. He looked rather upset now, as if offended. "I felt fine," He said, past tense. Of course he wasn't fine now. Now, as said before, he was slightly offended. Math closed his hands around Eng's, interlacing their fingers. "Would you rather I be upset?" He asks, narrowing the space between their faces. He stood with a straight back, still pressed against eng. Subconsciously, he was emitting an aura of dominance. His proper posture brought him a few inches taller than English, and his eyes half-closed to look down on English, implying that Elliot was taller than him.
He sighed, feeling like he had made the wrong decision in saying anything. He closed his fingers around Math's and looked down at their interlocked hands. His gaze flickered back to Math's, and he said softly, "Of course not.. I didn't mean anything by it. I just..." he paused, trying to find the right words, "I don't know.. You looked upset about something, but I maybe I was wrong." He brought Math's knuckles to his mouth and swept his lips lightly over them.
Math leaned back to allow more space between them when eng pulled their hands u to his face. His aura subsided and he seemed to return to his usual moods, then he seemed to pull up to a brighter mood. "What do you want to do today?" He asked, stepping back and pulling Eng off of the wall, with intention to change the subject.
He noticed the change immediately, but chose to let it slide. He offered another small smile and spoke, shrugging. "Eh, you know I'm up for just about anything you want to do." Without realizing it, he walked them slowly to the mirror that was handing on the wall. His dark eyes roamed over Math's, taking in how tall he was, his strong arms and shoulders, his short chestnut hair, the defined cheek bones and soft, but masculine lips. His eyes traveled further down, noticing the way his upper half was larger than the lower and his hip bones jutted out somewhat against his pants and ran into slender, yet simultaneously bulky thighs. He loved that body of his. His mind could come up with thousands of ways for him to spend his time teasing and pleasuring that very body. He returned his attention to his somewhat smaller frame. He stared at his odd hair that stuck out like a sore thumb compared to most people's. It was silver and spiky and leaned to the right, his bangs, which would have hug in his eyes had his hair not naturally parted around them, was to the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a deep gray and held a lazy stare, almost aloof in appearance. His bone structure was softer and more boyish than the younger man next to him, despite his two years senior. His shoulder were broad, but his entire phsyique was less defined than Math's. He was built more lean, and cut. His muscles were toned, but they didn't mass like his. He was built more for speed than he was strength, and he felt less masculine because of this. They were an odd looking couple.
"What are you looking at?" Math asked curiously, following eng's gaze to the mirror. His first instict was to push them out of voie of the mirror, his self-consciousness nearly overwhelming him, but he refrained, catching that Eng was looking more at himself. He then looked back to Eng, raising one eyebrow. "Admiring yourself?" He asked, his hands leaving the other's and sliding up the thighs, then around the waist.
English chuckled, finding amusement in the irony of his question. "Not exactly.." He looked beside him and his expression broke out into a full grin.
Of course Math couldn't think of the possibility of being admired himself. He held too low of self esteem. Math then suddenly remembered something. "You haven't eaten yet. Hurry and finish your food and get dressed," He commanded, pulling back from Eng, hands still on his waist. He seemed excited to get the day started. If not, hurried.
He walked leisurely back to his room, picking the plate that he very nearly stepped on up off the off-white carpeted floor. He dropped onto the bed, careful not to spill the contents and drew one of his knees up, resting one arm on it to help balance his plate as he dug in. He ate quickly, as his curiosity got the better of him, dropping the empty dish on his pillow (which was on the floor) and stripping his clothes off as he went. Digging through his drawers, he pulled out a white button down, and black slacks, and put them on as fast as he could. He tossed his black tie that he always wore to school , which hung on his rotatable mirror, over his shoulders, grabbed a pair of socks and shoes, and sauntered into the bathroom to wash up. About fifteen minutes later, having brushed his teeth, shaved and cleaned his face and applied deodorant, he made his way to the living room and stood ready with Math.
Math was feeling his abdomen when Eng opened the door to the hallway. Immediately, Math shoved his hands in his pockets, something he didn't do often, and stood straight, knowing that the posture made him look more slender, rather than slouching. He offered a small grin. "Ready?" He asked, glancing down at his watch. He looked curiously at it for a moment before pulling out his phone, checking the time. His mouth pulled into a frown briefly before he placed his phone back in his pocket and re-set the time on his watch... back veyr slightly. The watch was off by less than thirty seconds.
English drew in a breath, taking in the smell of the numerous air fresheners he had around the place. He exhaled with a small smile on his face, and nodded. "Any time you are.", he replied casually. He felt good, for whatever reason. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something in the back of his mind was telling him today would be a great one.
"Good. I've gotten reservations at the music bar. They're doing kareoke and playing Jazz today," He says, approaching English, setting a hand on the small of his back as if to guide him to the door. "Now, I have one more question for you..." He starts, looking somewhat smug.
"Reservations, hm?" he inquired. "and at a BAR? ..What's the occasion, Math?" Tenraku eyed Elliot, a smirk playing on his face at the concept of frequenting a pub with his male companion. As he walked toward the door, he paused at Math's words. He arched a silver brow, "What is it?"
Math smirked. "I can't make reservations for a date?" He asks, arching a brow himself, pushing English along. "It isn't as if they serve many drinks at this hour, regardless. I got the reservations for the music, not the alcohol." He clarifies, almost pressuring English to get along on his way so they could make it there on time. This early in the say wasn't normal to have reservations anyway, at any place.
He waved a hand dismissively. "Of course, of course. It just seemed odd was all," he chuckled, "so what was this question you had for me?" he pushed. He walked out the door beside him and to the car.
"Oh. Right," He gesteres toward a multi-dimensional finished bright red motor cycle parked by the curb in front of Eng's home. "Do you like my bike?" He asks with a small smirk. It was stupid to just leave his bike out like that, but he didn't know where else to put it. It wasn't like he had the keys to English's garage or anything. On the bike, there were two helmets that simply hung on the handles, very easy to steal.
His eyes rose mildly in surprise at the impressive bike parked in front of Eng's apartment...thing.. "It's.... " he paused, " nice." And that was no understatement. "When did you get this beaut?" He circled it, running his fingers delicately over the handle bars , down the neck and over the seat before turning his head to look at him questioningly.
"A while go," He says, sounding considerably less impressed. Although, he was very amused by english's reaction to his bike. "A year or two." He watches his partner have a feel of his bike and chose not to interrupt him. Instead, Math's hand remained on Eng's lower back, finding his hand to be more comfortable there, rather than at his sides where they usually were.
"Damn. Why haven't I seen it before now?" he mused. He eyed the vehicle like something he cherished, admiring its finish and shape, the wheels and rims, every minute detail on it.
With a light shove, Math encourages English to get on already. He was taking too long int he admiration stage. Moving around him, Math swung his leg over the bike, positioning himself properly in his jeans. This was why he wore jeans today, and didn't wear slacks the day before. He shifted a few times, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, before glancing up at the guest to his bike and saying, "Hold on one sec." He hops off of his bike, taking multiple long strides to the front door, leaning down to one of the hidden areas by the door and pulling out a leather jacket. He had it all balled up and knotted in a funny way so nothing would get in the jacket itself. Untying all its knots and undoing its tangles, he then shook the dirt and dust off it it, wiping the outside with the back of his hand to get some of the left over dirt off of the less-absorbant side of the leather. On his way back to his bike and his boyfriend, he slipped into the black leather and fixed the jacket a few times as if the custom-fit article of clothing couldn't fit any better. Finally arriving at the bike, he wormed in front of English and zipped up the jacket, the leather closing tightly around his shape, and worked his way properly onto the seat of the motorcycle, then glancing up at English, once again, encouraging him to join on the seat behind him.
"Well, aren't you dressed up," English teased, smirking at the newly adorned jacket his boyfriend had on. He seated himself snugly behind the man, and briefly entertained the idea that a motorcycle would suit his personality nicely. It occured to him that it felt intimate being pressed so closely to Math's body like this. He had never ridden a motorcycle before and the thought that he would finally get to thrilled him. He wrapped his arms unsurely around Math's waist, almost positive he was placing them in the wrong spot.
Math's body tensed slightly, not expecting English to wrap his arms around Elliot so surely. At the comment, Math only smirked, becoming rather cocky and overwhelming himself with his ego. It made him feel better. He felt hot, now, and no longer fat, but he was definitely hitting the weights once his boyfriend wasn't watching. Math twisted his torso around, handing English one of the helmets. Both of them were black. "Do you really think a man with all my OCDs is gonna let you ride without your safety?" He asks, Taking off his glasses with his free hand, hooking them where he left the zipper open, putting on his own helmet, opening the lense flap, and putting his glasses back on. He drove a motorcycle without his glasses once... Yeah he no longer has that motorcycle.
~~~ late late that day
Elliot somewhat stopped in the conversation, staring down at the tiny spoon in his hand. Well-- it looked microscopic compared to the size of his hand. After a moment he set his spood down, returning his eyes up to his date.
Tenraku was just sliding the spoon previously topped with ice cream from out of his mouth when his eyes flickered up to Math's. Against his will, his lips turned up in a smile and he asked, "What?" with a breathy chuckle
Math's eyes looked downward catuching glimpse of that gesture. He rememebred earlier and refrained from grinning, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. "nothing," he glanced back up to tenrakus face with a slight grin. "That was just a-- pleasurable sight to see," He commented, then adding, "I'm moving," at the very end. He said this with a nice flow, as if the last part were a piece of the previous comment. It was made to be unnoticeable, but he knew that it wasn't that great of an effort to conceal the news.
English felt his cheeks redden as well, albeit slightly, as his smile transformed into a smirk. "Oh, is that s--," he paused, the smirk on his face being effectively wiped clean from his expression as he stuttered, "..w-what?" He dropped his spoon back into his bowl, and his brows stitched in confusion. "Run that by me again?" his voice was low and quiet.
"I'm moving," he repeated, softer now. he rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist, staring back at English. He was observing, hoping that this wouldn't explode into some sort of scene. He did his best to be gentle about it, but Math didn't know much about being gentle.
His mouth moved, but no words came. He shook his head, trying to understand, to comprehend what his lover had said to him. Finally, his only response was a deflated and bitter sounding chuckle. Quietly he spoke, almost as if to himself, "so that's why..." he turned away and clenched his fist," this entire night, this AMAZING night.." He sat in silence for what seemed like minutes extending into hours, though in reality was only seconds. He slowly turned back to him and did his best to muster a genuine looking smile. "So, why is this?"
"I'm getting hired soon," He said making it completely business-related. "At another school. An Academy of sorts. Better pay." He leaned foreward, trying to make it seem as if he wasn't distancing himself. he wanted to keep it short so they could move on to another conversation, or other matters.
He nodded once. "I see. Well... Congratulations." He patted Math's back hardily. He was really happy for him, but just knowing what that meant for their newly budding relationship ebbed away that happiness somewhat. "Where are you going to be relocated to?"
Elliot grinned, turning to English and taking one of his hands. "five minutes away," He says, his grin becoming wider.
He felt his eyes widen as much as they could (which wasn't much, given the hoodedness of his eyelids) and he too broke into a grin. "That's fantastic. And here I was jumping to the conclusion that you'd be hours away."
"I was joking," he said killing that euphoria that Tenraku seemed to gain in an instant. Elliot wasn't expecting for him to react that positively. "I'm actually moving about an hour or so away. It's not that far." he was trying to make this sound like it wasn't bad, because he didn't think it was bad at all. Even so, Tenraku should have expected this. Elliot's 25, barely beginning his life. It was almost certain that there would be some life-altering changes going on.
English was very much asleep, having gotten used to his partner's odd sleeping habits and continued to lay there, snoring softly with one leg under the covers and his other one hanging haphzardly over Math.
Math rolled over, facing eng. He took a quick look over the man sleeping before propping himself up on his elbow and lowering his lips to Eng's ear. "It's morning," he whispers, sliding his lips down and along the cartilage and under the earlobe, then down the neck.
English shuddered, not only from the feeling of math's mouth on his skin, but the timber of his voice. He groaned as he adjusted himself to fit more snugly against the man next to him, He took a deep breath and released it slowly. "...Morning.." he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper and cracking slightly from the hours he didn't use it.
"what are you up to later?" He asked, planting little seeds of kissed down the jugular. His arms found their way around eng's waist, massaging along the way. His thumbs did most of the work, finding their way between the muscles to give a little tickle and on the muscles to offer relaxation.
"Do we have off today..?" he asked softly, craning his neck against the pillow as much as he could to expose more of his neck to Math. He sighed contentedly, and a small smile forced its way onto his face when he felt his abdominal muscles flutter under Math's touch
"Of course we don't work today," He answers, then adding, "It's saturday." His gentle kisses become little nibbles. His hands travel farther than the boundaries of the waist and tease a little around the ribs, intending to tickle more than massage.
His breath hitched slightly as Math's hand moved lower, and his skin prickled with goosebumps. He felt the urge to rouse and turn the tables on Math, but he was too comfortable there with his eyes closed. "Then I should be free. I don't think I have anything to take care of right off hand."
With that answered, Math wasn't limiting himself for English's comfort. Now, Math thought it to be the right time to go from gentle little nibbles to a sudden hard bite down where the shoulder muscle met the neck. Not hard enough to cause excrutiating pain, but hard enough to definitely by noticeable and enough to be at least a shock.
"Ah--!" he hissed. a small jolt of heat rushed through his stomach and into his groin. He grimaced at the bite, though it was more out of pleasure than pain. "Damn, you have sharp teeth.." Eng snaked a hand behind himself to stroke along Math's ribs gently, finding himself a little more awake than he had been a second ago.
He offered a slight chuckle, hands settling and closing around eng's waist before rolling back, pulling eng with him so the english teacher would be on top. "I like my sharp teeth," he said smoothly, his voice unaffected by lack of its use over the sleep. "Now," He rolled farther, pushing
Eng under him and climbing on top, "Wake the hell up."
He smirked at the younger man's remark. He stared sleepily down at him from his perch, and returned, " I like your sharp teeth, as well." before leaning down and nipping his throat enough to pinch. He lingered for a moment, and dragged his tongue over where he'd bitten Math before tracing his lips along his heartbeat and kissing his collar bone. He sat up and studied the man. " Make me."
A smirk surfaced briefly before vanishing into Math's intended seductive expression. He leaned foreward, coming nose to nose with the challenger. He lingered there for a few moments, their noses brushing, but lips not touching. Lifting a hand to grab the top of the headboard, he pulled the rest of his body closer to his partner, now just an inch or so higher than him. Elliot looked down to observe English's expression, mostly his eyes. He hovered there, watching.
Eng also watched Math, as he brought their noses together. He understood the challenging gaze, seductive as it might be, and kept his expression schooled, though he could tell the proximity had an effect on his body immediately from the way his heartbeat jumped ever so slightly and the temperature seemed to rise just a tad. Quietly, his voice lower than usual, he said, " I hope that's not all you've got, because it'll take way more than just pressing our bodies together to wake me up.." He once again leaned up and ghosted his lips over Math's, but backed away instead of going with the instinct to press closer.
"Believe me, it's not," He responded rather quicky, but he kept his position, lingering still. After many seconds, Math's arms lifted off the mattress and off of the headboard, grabbing Eng by the ribs. Before the instant was over, Math spiraled sideways, dodging the nightstand and taking Eng with him. They performed a full 360, Math keeping the top position, Math barely doing enough to save Eng from impact. The most he did was barely enough to keep the wind from knocking out of English. That was all. Everything else, Eng could deal with on his own.
English was taken by surprise when he was hurled suddenly off the bed and onto the floor, with the heavier man still on top of him. He landed hard, his eyes squeezing shut and his teeth clenching as he knocked his head on the floor. He groaned in disdain, opening his eyes slowly to peer up at Math. "Very smooth.."
Math only smirked before lifting himself off of English and bringing himself to his feet, stretching out the tenseness before he got a painful knot in his muscles. Well.. so he didn't get anymore of those knots and tense spots. "I'm gonna make breakfast, since you can't cook for shit," He says, starting on his way out of the room, towards the kitchen.
Eng immediately missed the warmth of the body that had just been resting on his. He was tempted to grab his ankle and pull him back down, but sleep still hung heavily over him, and he forewent the decision, instead choosing to lay there and watch Math's ass as he walked away. He responded tersely with ".. Oi! My cooking is just fine."
"Yeah yeah," He responds, continuing along his way and making something along the lines of eggs, sausage, and bacon. He ate his half of his food while cooking, knowing that English probably didn't want to eat in front of him. Some day, Math would get a irritated with that enough to the point that he would shove food down Eng's throat. One day, but today was a day to please English, not to get him in a guilty or crabby mood. While cooking he remembered what he made the night before. Home made, made from scratch, fetuccini alfredo with chicken and steamed broccoli, along with steamed assorted vegetables and mashed potatoes on the side, buttered garlic bread for appetizer, and tripple chocolate cake for dessert. He even dressed semi-nice. Fresh-ironed blue button down and black pants, but not slacks. Math looked down on himself after setting up Eng's plate of food. He wore nothing but his gray silk boxers. WHAT? WHAT IS THAT? Math set the plate down on the counter, poking his abdomen. His abdominals were still defined and pronounced, but to Math, they were hiding under a thick layer of fat. He felt it when the surface of his body squished ever so slightly under the pressure of his poke. All the color drained out of his face, and he grew pale. "Mother fuckin'--" he cursed unde rhis breath. He would have immediately ran to his gym and work out for at least three hours, but he wasn't at his condo at the moment. He was spending the day with Eng, working to impress him and make him feel good before giving up the news. Shit. First thing when Math gets back, he's going for a two hour jog with no stopping and spending another two hours on his abdominals. Recomposing himself, Math picked up the plate of breakfast and went on his way back to Eng's room, peeking into the room slowly before entering.
Eng could smell the delicious breakfast wafting in the air, and he frowned as his stomach growled in protest. He stared at the ceiling, willing himself to get up and go grab a plate and sit down with Math. An image flickered briefly of the man in an apron and pajama pants, standing over the skillet in his kitchen and showing off his mastery chef skills. He replayed the image over in his mind like a record, remembering how it had felt to watch Elliot in action. He felt a pleasant warmth settle in his abdomen again. Just as he was about to get up to remind himself exactly what he loved so much about his cooking in the morning, Math appeared from around the corner (i think). Belatedly, Eng turned his head in his direction, offering a tentative smile
Elliot smiled rather fakely, very upset that he was getting fat. It was his boyfriend's fault. Boyfriends made other boyfriend very lazy, which caused Math to get all gross and fat. He walked in with the plate covring as much of his abdomen as it could, hoping that English woudn't notice. "Here's your breakfast. I'll just get ready in the guest room while you eat," He says, setting the plate on the night stand, totally avoiding closeness with English, before hurrying out of the room to his suit case so he could get some clothes on to cover his fat. While doing this, Math was actually breaking out into a sweat. He was getting so nervous, it was horrible. He grabbed a towel with his clothes, hurrying into the guest room and closing the door behind him.
The silver haired man tossed him a questioning look as he accepted the plate of food from him. He was about to ask him what was up when Math turned back around the corner and into the other room. He set the plate down untouched and knocked on (whatever room he's in) the door. "Math...? You feelin' okay? "
Math stopped his fumbling, looking up at the door. There wasn't a lock, he remembered. He remembered this because when he was trying to keep English away the first night staying here, he told math that there was no lock, so there was no avoiding. Math only hoped that English didn't invite himself in before math was dressed. "Yeah I'm fine," he answers, dabbing the sweat off of himself and trying to relax his body so he would stop sweating. He dabbed himself again, just in case, before applying deodorant, his usual cologne, and clothing himself with his fitted dark grey T-shirt with an almost unnoticeable design coming from the bottom right corner and his jeans, faded specifically to compliment the shape of his lower body. He noticed they were a little tighter on him than usual, though it was probably a delusion his self-consciousness created. he stepped in front of the mirror to observe himself. He didn't look any different, but that's not what he saw. He thought he'd grown a size. He did his best to keep himself from panicing, but it was decided. He's over exerting himself for at least a week. He really needed to get rid of this excess weight.
Eng stood there, listening to Math's movements inside the room, and debated opening the door. Hesitantly, he turned the knob and pushed it open, entering the room quietly and closing it behind him. "That didn't sound like a very positive answer..", he said gently. He observed Math, taking in the clothes he was wearing, enjoying the way his shirt and pants fit snugly against his muscled body and contoured to his rippled flesh. But the look his saw on his face told him instantly that he wasn't seeing the same thing he was.
Math turned his head to glance at English, then back to his reflection, then back to english. He forced yet another smile. "Why didn't it?" He asked, making his way towards English, setting his hands on his shoulders, sliding his palms down the arm and to the hands, grasping them. He continued with his walk, pressing his chest against Eng's body and pushing him back against the wall. Once against the wall, Math leaned in and landed a small kiss onto Eng's lips, smiling when he pulled back.
He felt himself pressed back against the wall, much to his pleasure, and enjoyed the press of Math's lips on him. But the way he was smiling seemed unlike the stoic man he knew. Looking at him seriously, he responded, "It was in your voice. You're usually pretty good about hiding things in your voice, but you slipped up this time." He slid his hands tenderly over Math's arms, moreso to convey understanding of something he couldn't put a name to than to be sensual.
His smile dropped. That smile, just now, was a real one. He looked rather upset now, as if offended. "I felt fine," He said, past tense. Of course he wasn't fine now. Now, as said before, he was slightly offended. Math closed his hands around Eng's, interlacing their fingers. "Would you rather I be upset?" He asks, narrowing the space between their faces. He stood with a straight back, still pressed against eng. Subconsciously, he was emitting an aura of dominance. His proper posture brought him a few inches taller than English, and his eyes half-closed to look down on English, implying that Elliot was taller than him.
He sighed, feeling like he had made the wrong decision in saying anything. He closed his fingers around Math's and looked down at their interlocked hands. His gaze flickered back to Math's, and he said softly, "Of course not.. I didn't mean anything by it. I just..." he paused, trying to find the right words, "I don't know.. You looked upset about something, but I maybe I was wrong." He brought Math's knuckles to his mouth and swept his lips lightly over them.
Math leaned back to allow more space between them when eng pulled their hands u to his face. His aura subsided and he seemed to return to his usual moods, then he seemed to pull up to a brighter mood. "What do you want to do today?" He asked, stepping back and pulling Eng off of the wall, with intention to change the subject.
He noticed the change immediately, but chose to let it slide. He offered another small smile and spoke, shrugging. "Eh, you know I'm up for just about anything you want to do." Without realizing it, he walked them slowly to the mirror that was handing on the wall. His dark eyes roamed over Math's, taking in how tall he was, his strong arms and shoulders, his short chestnut hair, the defined cheek bones and soft, but masculine lips. His eyes traveled further down, noticing the way his upper half was larger than the lower and his hip bones jutted out somewhat against his pants and ran into slender, yet simultaneously bulky thighs. He loved that body of his. His mind could come up with thousands of ways for him to spend his time teasing and pleasuring that very body. He returned his attention to his somewhat smaller frame. He stared at his odd hair that stuck out like a sore thumb compared to most people's. It was silver and spiky and leaned to the right, his bangs, which would have hug in his eyes had his hair not naturally parted around them, was to the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a deep gray and held a lazy stare, almost aloof in appearance. His bone structure was softer and more boyish than the younger man next to him, despite his two years senior. His shoulder were broad, but his entire phsyique was less defined than Math's. He was built more lean, and cut. His muscles were toned, but they didn't mass like his. He was built more for speed than he was strength, and he felt less masculine because of this. They were an odd looking couple.
"What are you looking at?" Math asked curiously, following eng's gaze to the mirror. His first instict was to push them out of voie of the mirror, his self-consciousness nearly overwhelming him, but he refrained, catching that Eng was looking more at himself. He then looked back to Eng, raising one eyebrow. "Admiring yourself?" He asked, his hands leaving the other's and sliding up the thighs, then around the waist.
English chuckled, finding amusement in the irony of his question. "Not exactly.." He looked beside him and his expression broke out into a full grin.
Of course Math couldn't think of the possibility of being admired himself. He held too low of self esteem. Math then suddenly remembered something. "You haven't eaten yet. Hurry and finish your food and get dressed," He commanded, pulling back from Eng, hands still on his waist. He seemed excited to get the day started. If not, hurried.
He walked leisurely back to his room, picking the plate that he very nearly stepped on up off the off-white carpeted floor. He dropped onto the bed, careful not to spill the contents and drew one of his knees up, resting one arm on it to help balance his plate as he dug in. He ate quickly, as his curiosity got the better of him, dropping the empty dish on his pillow (which was on the floor) and stripping his clothes off as he went. Digging through his drawers, he pulled out a white button down, and black slacks, and put them on as fast as he could. He tossed his black tie that he always wore to school , which hung on his rotatable mirror, over his shoulders, grabbed a pair of socks and shoes, and sauntered into the bathroom to wash up. About fifteen minutes later, having brushed his teeth, shaved and cleaned his face and applied deodorant, he made his way to the living room and stood ready with Math.
Math was feeling his abdomen when Eng opened the door to the hallway. Immediately, Math shoved his hands in his pockets, something he didn't do often, and stood straight, knowing that the posture made him look more slender, rather than slouching. He offered a small grin. "Ready?" He asked, glancing down at his watch. He looked curiously at it for a moment before pulling out his phone, checking the time. His mouth pulled into a frown briefly before he placed his phone back in his pocket and re-set the time on his watch... back veyr slightly. The watch was off by less than thirty seconds.
English drew in a breath, taking in the smell of the numerous air fresheners he had around the place. He exhaled with a small smile on his face, and nodded. "Any time you are.", he replied casually. He felt good, for whatever reason. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something in the back of his mind was telling him today would be a great one.
"Good. I've gotten reservations at the music bar. They're doing kareoke and playing Jazz today," He says, approaching English, setting a hand on the small of his back as if to guide him to the door. "Now, I have one more question for you..." He starts, looking somewhat smug.
"Reservations, hm?" he inquired. "and at a BAR? ..What's the occasion, Math?" Tenraku eyed Elliot, a smirk playing on his face at the concept of frequenting a pub with his male companion. As he walked toward the door, he paused at Math's words. He arched a silver brow, "What is it?"
Math smirked. "I can't make reservations for a date?" He asks, arching a brow himself, pushing English along. "It isn't as if they serve many drinks at this hour, regardless. I got the reservations for the music, not the alcohol." He clarifies, almost pressuring English to get along on his way so they could make it there on time. This early in the say wasn't normal to have reservations anyway, at any place.
He waved a hand dismissively. "Of course, of course. It just seemed odd was all," he chuckled, "so what was this question you had for me?" he pushed. He walked out the door beside him and to the car.
"Oh. Right," He gesteres toward a multi-dimensional finished bright red motor cycle parked by the curb in front of Eng's home. "Do you like my bike?" He asks with a small smirk. It was stupid to just leave his bike out like that, but he didn't know where else to put it. It wasn't like he had the keys to English's garage or anything. On the bike, there were two helmets that simply hung on the handles, very easy to steal.
His eyes rose mildly in surprise at the impressive bike parked in front of Eng's apartment...thing.. "It's.... " he paused, " nice." And that was no understatement. "When did you get this beaut?" He circled it, running his fingers delicately over the handle bars , down the neck and over the seat before turning his head to look at him questioningly.
"A while go," He says, sounding considerably less impressed. Although, he was very amused by english's reaction to his bike. "A year or two." He watches his partner have a feel of his bike and chose not to interrupt him. Instead, Math's hand remained on Eng's lower back, finding his hand to be more comfortable there, rather than at his sides where they usually were.
"Damn. Why haven't I seen it before now?" he mused. He eyed the vehicle like something he cherished, admiring its finish and shape, the wheels and rims, every minute detail on it.
With a light shove, Math encourages English to get on already. He was taking too long int he admiration stage. Moving around him, Math swung his leg over the bike, positioning himself properly in his jeans. This was why he wore jeans today, and didn't wear slacks the day before. He shifted a few times, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, before glancing up at the guest to his bike and saying, "Hold on one sec." He hops off of his bike, taking multiple long strides to the front door, leaning down to one of the hidden areas by the door and pulling out a leather jacket. He had it all balled up and knotted in a funny way so nothing would get in the jacket itself. Untying all its knots and undoing its tangles, he then shook the dirt and dust off it it, wiping the outside with the back of his hand to get some of the left over dirt off of the less-absorbant side of the leather. On his way back to his bike and his boyfriend, he slipped into the black leather and fixed the jacket a few times as if the custom-fit article of clothing couldn't fit any better. Finally arriving at the bike, he wormed in front of English and zipped up the jacket, the leather closing tightly around his shape, and worked his way properly onto the seat of the motorcycle, then glancing up at English, once again, encouraging him to join on the seat behind him.
"Well, aren't you dressed up," English teased, smirking at the newly adorned jacket his boyfriend had on. He seated himself snugly behind the man, and briefly entertained the idea that a motorcycle would suit his personality nicely. It occured to him that it felt intimate being pressed so closely to Math's body like this. He had never ridden a motorcycle before and the thought that he would finally get to thrilled him. He wrapped his arms unsurely around Math's waist, almost positive he was placing them in the wrong spot.
Math's body tensed slightly, not expecting English to wrap his arms around Elliot so surely. At the comment, Math only smirked, becoming rather cocky and overwhelming himself with his ego. It made him feel better. He felt hot, now, and no longer fat, but he was definitely hitting the weights once his boyfriend wasn't watching. Math twisted his torso around, handing English one of the helmets. Both of them were black. "Do you really think a man with all my OCDs is gonna let you ride without your safety?" He asks, Taking off his glasses with his free hand, hooking them where he left the zipper open, putting on his own helmet, opening the lense flap, and putting his glasses back on. He drove a motorcycle without his glasses once... Yeah he no longer has that motorcycle.
~~~ late late that day
Elliot somewhat stopped in the conversation, staring down at the tiny spoon in his hand. Well-- it looked microscopic compared to the size of his hand. After a moment he set his spood down, returning his eyes up to his date.
Tenraku was just sliding the spoon previously topped with ice cream from out of his mouth when his eyes flickered up to Math's. Against his will, his lips turned up in a smile and he asked, "What?" with a breathy chuckle
Math's eyes looked downward catuching glimpse of that gesture. He rememebred earlier and refrained from grinning, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. "nothing," he glanced back up to tenrakus face with a slight grin. "That was just a-- pleasurable sight to see," He commented, then adding, "I'm moving," at the very end. He said this with a nice flow, as if the last part were a piece of the previous comment. It was made to be unnoticeable, but he knew that it wasn't that great of an effort to conceal the news.
English felt his cheeks redden as well, albeit slightly, as his smile transformed into a smirk. "Oh, is that s--," he paused, the smirk on his face being effectively wiped clean from his expression as he stuttered, "..w-what?" He dropped his spoon back into his bowl, and his brows stitched in confusion. "Run that by me again?" his voice was low and quiet.
"I'm moving," he repeated, softer now. he rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his fist, staring back at English. He was observing, hoping that this wouldn't explode into some sort of scene. He did his best to be gentle about it, but Math didn't know much about being gentle.
His mouth moved, but no words came. He shook his head, trying to understand, to comprehend what his lover had said to him. Finally, his only response was a deflated and bitter sounding chuckle. Quietly he spoke, almost as if to himself, "so that's why..." he turned away and clenched his fist," this entire night, this AMAZING night.." He sat in silence for what seemed like minutes extending into hours, though in reality was only seconds. He slowly turned back to him and did his best to muster a genuine looking smile. "So, why is this?"
"I'm getting hired soon," He said making it completely business-related. "At another school. An Academy of sorts. Better pay." He leaned foreward, trying to make it seem as if he wasn't distancing himself. he wanted to keep it short so they could move on to another conversation, or other matters.
He nodded once. "I see. Well... Congratulations." He patted Math's back hardily. He was really happy for him, but just knowing what that meant for their newly budding relationship ebbed away that happiness somewhat. "Where are you going to be relocated to?"
Elliot grinned, turning to English and taking one of his hands. "five minutes away," He says, his grin becoming wider.
He felt his eyes widen as much as they could (which wasn't much, given the hoodedness of his eyelids) and he too broke into a grin. "That's fantastic. And here I was jumping to the conclusion that you'd be hours away."
"I was joking," he said killing that euphoria that Tenraku seemed to gain in an instant. Elliot wasn't expecting for him to react that positively. "I'm actually moving about an hour or so away. It's not that far." he was trying to make this sound like it wasn't bad, because he didn't think it was bad at all. Even so, Tenraku should have expected this. Elliot's 25, barely beginning his life. It was almost certain that there would be some life-altering changes going on.