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Tension
Title: Tension
Summary: Odoroki, Garyuu, tea, and the undercurrent.
Rating: PG
Warnings: reference to/scenes with incest, more or less spoilers for all of GS4
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Odoroki/Minuki casual sex quickie."
Since the invention of awkward silences there have been five that were rated the most disturbing, the most clumsy. This one left them all behind. Odoroki and Garyuu had been comparing notes on a case, one that only Odoroki was on but Garyuu was having a slow week and they had been getting along with each other more as of late.
(Which is to say he is privately, in the deepest part of his mind starting to think of the older man as a friend. But hell if he's going to say that before the other stops calling him Odeko-kun.)
So yes, he had known the blond was coming over, he had even been getting ready. But from the look in the other's eyes he knew he hadn't been ready soon enough. Both men were moving like marionettes run by little kids, Garyuu having lost his grace for once as they both danced around the elephant in the room. They started with small talk, moving quickly to their latest cases since really that was most of what their lives were right now, finally winding down to Garyuu and his band. The older man passed on that he'd gotten word from Lamiroir that she would be back in town soon, done with her latest tour in the US.
(Minuki comes in then, drinks for both of them in hand. She's out just as quickly, eyes not quite meeting Garyuu. But Odoroki's eyes follow her, as Garyuu avoids them both in favor of staring down his drink. The rock star would say it was the most awkward ten seconds of his life, but that wouldn't be right since it was still awkward once she'd left the room, and had been since he first stood outside the front door.)
Why she was making her way back to Japan was no question, it was only two nights since Naruhodou had given Minuki and Odoroki the letter. The young man still wasn't sure what he thought about being kept in the dark, but the fact he hadn't really talked to the pianist since then might have been a hint. She'd taken it much better, and was already calling him niichan
(She'd called him niichan then, voice shrill and needy, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't do something for him.)
after about one or two hours. Odoroki was still getting used to it, suddenly having a sister and a mother when he hadn't a week ago. He had questions, lots of them, but right then he just tried to get on with life like normal. Because bills were still due in three days and he needed another win under his belt, the busyness because of his latest 'wonder win' would only last so long, and he had lost his last case. And he needed a haircut, but that was kinda taken care of because Minuki had offered to do that tomorrow morning, before they had to leave for court.
"I know what I heard, Odoroki."
(The neighborhood most likely knew what they heard thanks to an open window, but at least they only knew she was a young friend.)
He sighed mentally, trying to figure out in his head how long they'd put this off. Twenty minutes? Maybe an half hour? "And what does it matter to you what you heard?" There, that sounded good. He was pretty sure eighty percent of his blood was in his cheeks now, but it still sounded good.
"She's still a kid, and she's your si-"
"She hasn't been a kid for a while, regardless of where the law stands. And what we do is up to us."
"A lawyer ignoring the law? And what would Naruhodou-san say about this; What would Lamiroir-san?" The blond leaned forward in his chair and looked at Odoroki straight in the eyes.
They didn't get further then that, Minuki calmly but firmly kicking the older man out. Odoroki closed his eyes, slumping in his chair and wondering just how long this would take to reach the two adults. He opened them after finding a pouting teenager in his lap, his sister sending him a look that clearly said he's thinking way too much and did she have to do something about that?
His mouth met hers halfway, as she started to undo his tie that was still loose from last time. Showing that neither had learned from the afternoon's lesion that you should make sure you're more then fifteen paces from the door if you're going to be vocal. Both could really care less, giving into hormones and urges and damning morals for the moment. Those would be dealt with later on.
Title: Tension
Summary: Odoroki, Garyuu, tea, and the undercurrent.
Rating: PG
Warnings: reference to/scenes with incest, more or less spoilers for all of GS4
Update: one-shot
Other: for PWKM, promt was "Odoroki/Minuki casual sex quickie."
Since the invention of awkward silences there have been five that were rated the most disturbing, the most clumsy. This one left them all behind. Odoroki and Garyuu had been comparing notes on a case, one that only Odoroki was on but Garyuu was having a slow week and they had been getting along with each other more as of late.
(Which is to say he is privately, in the deepest part of his mind starting to think of the older man as a friend. But hell if he's going to say that before the other stops calling him Odeko-kun.)
So yes, he had known the blond was coming over, he had even been getting ready. But from the look in the other's eyes he knew he hadn't been ready soon enough. Both men were moving like marionettes run by little kids, Garyuu having lost his grace for once as they both danced around the elephant in the room. They started with small talk, moving quickly to their latest cases since really that was most of what their lives were right now, finally winding down to Garyuu and his band. The older man passed on that he'd gotten word from Lamiroir that she would be back in town soon, done with her latest tour in the US.
(Minuki comes in then, drinks for both of them in hand. She's out just as quickly, eyes not quite meeting Garyuu. But Odoroki's eyes follow her, as Garyuu avoids them both in favor of staring down his drink. The rock star would say it was the most awkward ten seconds of his life, but that wouldn't be right since it was still awkward once she'd left the room, and had been since he first stood outside the front door.)
Why she was making her way back to Japan was no question, it was only two nights since Naruhodou had given Minuki and Odoroki the letter. The young man still wasn't sure what he thought about being kept in the dark, but the fact he hadn't really talked to the pianist since then might have been a hint. She'd taken it much better, and was already calling him niichan
(She'd called him niichan then, voice shrill and needy, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't do something for him.)
after about one or two hours. Odoroki was still getting used to it, suddenly having a sister and a mother when he hadn't a week ago. He had questions, lots of them, but right then he just tried to get on with life like normal. Because bills were still due in three days and he needed another win under his belt, the busyness because of his latest 'wonder win' would only last so long, and he had lost his last case. And he needed a haircut, but that was kinda taken care of because Minuki had offered to do that tomorrow morning, before they had to leave for court.
"I know what I heard, Odoroki."
(The neighborhood most likely knew what they heard thanks to an open window, but at least they only knew she was a young friend.)
He sighed mentally, trying to figure out in his head how long they'd put this off. Twenty minutes? Maybe an half hour? "And what does it matter to you what you heard?" There, that sounded good. He was pretty sure eighty percent of his blood was in his cheeks now, but it still sounded good.
"She's still a kid, and she's your si-"
"She hasn't been a kid for a while, regardless of where the law stands. And what we do is up to us."
"A lawyer ignoring the law? And what would Naruhodou-san say about this; What would Lamiroir-san?" The blond leaned forward in his chair and looked at Odoroki straight in the eyes.
They didn't get further then that, Minuki calmly but firmly kicking the older man out. Odoroki closed his eyes, slumping in his chair and wondering just how long this would take to reach the two adults. He opened them after finding a pouting teenager in his lap, his sister sending him a look that clearly said he's thinking way too much and did she have to do something about that?
His mouth met hers halfway, as she started to undo his tie that was still loose from last time. Showing that neither had learned from the afternoon's lesion that you should make sure you're more then fifteen paces from the door if you're going to be vocal. Both could really care less, giving into hormones and urges and damning morals for the moment. Those would be dealt with later on.