Chapter 3
It was down to the final chapter of K and Hiro do America…
Two weeks after the grenade incident. K and Hiro sat together in a coffee shop, talking and chilling like old friends and sipping hot mochachino's smothered with rich whipped cream and a swirl of maple syrup on top.
It was a quiet little café on the outskirts of Tokyo. Hiro wore a disguise, a hip knit-styled hat, hair tucked under his leather jacket and a pair of K's aviator sunglasses…even if it was night. K even dressed a bit differently. He wore a three-quarter length black coat with a soft black chenille scarf, since winter decided to arrive early in Japan. Hiro imagined this was what casual K looked like when he wasn't working. He liked it so much he had a hard time keeping his eyes off the man.
K was watching Hiro attentively too before he spoke. "How would you like to go away with me for the long-weekend coming up—three and a half days and three nights alone, just you and me?" K questioned, using the back of his spoon to scoop up whip cream and lick it off casually. "Unless you have plans," he added.
Hiro looked up surprised over his cup and slowly set it down, leaving a spot of cream on his lip. "I don't have plans, my parents or Ayaka's don't really do anything special for it. K, are you really talking about a small holiday? But, you never take holidays, except Christmas time," he mentioned a little concerned.
"So…I want to take one now, with you," K insisted, reaching over and using the pad of his thumb to wipe Hiro's lip. "I'll just tell the boss I have something important to do, he understands me. And I'll tell Bad Luck to enjoy their long weekend. You could say you're going to visit extended family or something. I'll even turn off my phone for the entire weekend," K explained quietly, continuing to back-spoon his whip cream.
"Whoa, you'd turn off your phone?" Now that was something. "Where would we be going for three and a half days?" Hiro wondered, smiling as K played with his spoon. He sipped his hot drink again.
"A cabin nestled in the snowy hills of Niseko overlooking Mount Yotei," the blonde disclosed.
"Hokkaido? We'd have to fly there, driving would take too long."
"Yeah, if you want to go that is…I'll book the flight tonight," K told him.
"Wow, a cabin, snow, do we have to go skiing?" Hiro wondered skeptically.
"Not if you don't want to, we could snuggle in front of a fire and drink mulled wine," K offered with a snigger. "Actually, I hate mulled wine but it went well with the whole fireplace setting. It'd be the perfect spot to finish our story, something really special."
Hiro didn't know what mulled wine was, he also didn't know what to say. But his instincts were telling him something else. "K…why is it that I get the feeling this is going to be our last get together?" he questioned with a shaky voice.
Reaching over, K clasped Hiro's hands in his own, "Let's not think about that right now. Let's think of you and me together for one weekend. Yes or, no?"
There was no question. "Yes…"
K smiled warmly, "Ok then, I'll make the arrangements. Would you like another mochachino?"
A tornado of butterflies swirled in Hiro's stomach now. "No thanks, I won't be able to sleep later if I do." He wouldn't sleep anyways, he thought.
Every member of Bad Luck but Hiro thought K had lost his blonde bird-brained mind.
He was taking a holiday!
Then, a few days after K's announcement, Hiro told Shuichi he was going to visit family in Hokkaido, which also happened to be his birthplace. Shuichi was saddened but the prospects of getting a whole three days to molest Yuki more than made up for it. Everyone was happy to get the small break.
That left K and Hiro in good spirits.
In disguise again, they traveled to the quaint city of Niseko. K rented a car, dealt with the proprietors of the cabin, picked up some necessities, and drove them through snow-covered roads to a small town. But just a bit further up the lonely road, away from all people, was a cozy looking cabin. K had told him all about it on their travel here. It was wood-heated with a fully equipped kitchen, Japanese styled bathroom, laundry, two bedrooms and obviously not far from town or skiing.
When K parked, Hiro got out. The cold air nipped at his nose and the snow made him squint. He gazed around, the view was spectacular! Hills of pure white snow, snow-topped trees lining the horizon and Mount Yotei in the distance! "This is beautiful," Hiro exclaimed in awe, "I feel like I'm in a painting."
K chuckled. "I've never been up here before. It is great. Look at the cabin; it's nicer than in the picture. Bigger than I thought," K said, looking over the brown brick and chocolate wood trim. "But, it's freezing! Let's check out inside," he offered, digging out a key from his pocket.
Leaving their luggage in the car, they stepped inside a high ceiling lodge. Immediately they entered the sitting room, situated with two cream couches that were littered with fluffy cushions. There was a large white pile carpet next to an old fashioned looking wood stove. It even had a copper kettle on top and wood ready to burn next to it. Their boots creaked over dark chocolate wood floors as they went to check out the kitchen. A simple kitchen with a two compartment sink, small fridge and a stove. With smiles, they wandered into the bedrooms. They were bare except the two single beds covered with a cream-coloured bedspread, and a pair of forest green curtains in the window.
"So different from the city life," Hiro murmured, "This is really something. We're like backpackers."
"Hey, I thought for sure you would have noticed the surround-sound stereo system and big screen satellite TV in the other room. We're not that uncivilized," K pointed out and laughed as Hiro ran out to see that for himself.
"I'm in heaven!" Hiro's voice rang from the sitting room.
K wandered back, hands on his hips, watching Hiro inspecting the buttons on the stereo. He wore a lazy smile as his eyes soaked up the redhead in which he had all to himself.
"Oh, they even have movies and music," Hiro looked over the collection eagerly, but in moments his grin disappeared, "It's all boring stuff; there isn't even one Bad Luck CD here."
K roared with laughter. "Well, it's not like we'll be watching movies and I'm sure we can get a good radio station," K reasoned. "I'm certain we'll be busy finishing our story."
"Besides other things," chirped Hiro with a mischievous face.
HA! K nodded. "I'll go get our bags; you get that wood stove going and warm up this place."
With a salute, Hiro went to do exactly that.
After a hot meal, both men lay sprawled on their stomachs atop the cushy carpet, a couple of the throw pillows around them. They felt the heat of the wood stove, leaving the doors open so they could watch the fire. They also studied their story on the laptop in front of them.
The fanfic had come to the point where Hiro discovered that the zombies loathed country music and they died off everytime he played it on his guitar. Soon, the music was being played worldwide and the epidemic of hungry zombies was over. There was no idea what had caused the problem in the first place, but a few suggested it was alien, others, Michael Jackson. K happily added many ass-kicking scenes which involved an endless list of weapons and lots of blood. Bad Luck was thanking their lucky stars and ready to go back to their homeland. But, for K and Hiro…it was the end of a whirlwind affair across America.
Or maybe, it was only the beginning…
Hiro sighed despondently, wagging his feet to and fro, "It's the last sex scene. We should make this good."
K knew why Hiro sounded so down, he wanted to know what was to really become of them after all this. But, he didn't want to think about that now. "We will, it'll be romantic and hot," he said and brought a bottle of beer to his mouth to wet his palate. "But, I'm not sure where to start."
"Yeah, me either," Hiro replied and stared off as he contemplated about it. A hand came to touch his face and he pressed into it, gazing over at K. K's eyes were watching, his hair glowing orange from the fire close by. "I want to imagine this weekend will never end," Hiro said somewhat sadly.
"It won't because we will never forget it," K whispered softly, letting his hand thread through Hiro's hair.
"That's not what I mean," the redhead muttered.
K sighed, "How about we just enjoy tonight and tomorrow and we'll finish the story later? We could check out the hot springs or go skiing tomorrow? Or, how about we just soak in that sweet bathtub we have here? Gawd, I love Japanese bathrooms," K couldn't resist admitting.
Hiro knew he had to be more mature about this. K had spent a lot of money on this holiday just for them, and he hated that he appeared and sounded like a spoiled brat. He forced it from his mind and put on a smile. "That sounds great," he told his part-time lover.
So, that's exactly what they did, they lounged in the bathtub, made love on the couch, and watched some strange Japanese love story. They got up late the next day and tried a little skiing, and then indulged in puffy warm pastries in the lodge. They picked up a few bottles of Yamanashi wine and ended up back at their cabin. It was difficult to do much sight seeing, considering someone might recognize Hiroshi. That wouldn't be cool or smart. Someone could put two and two together and figure out that this vacation was more than just two guys hanging out.
Bad publicity…
Keeping a low profile, they spent the rest of the time indoors. By evening of the second last day there, they were lying on the carpet again—the snow blowing around outside their window—staring at their laptop, the white blank page glaring back at them.
"Argh! I have writers block!" growled Hiro.
K remained silent. He too wasn't any better off than Hiro. But not to be defeated, he refilled Hiro's glass with sweet red wine. He then swirled his finger in the lukewarm liquid and brought it to Hiro's lips. The younger man licked the wine off K's finger and when the finger left, he also licked his lips. He gave a spry smile and looked over at K.
"Why don't you do that again," Hiro invited promiscuously.
That's when it struck K like a wet fish!
The blonde's eyes widen. "I know exactly what to write for our last scene! We're so dense, it's right in front of our faces!" he clamored.
"Really?" Hiro wondered excitingly, "Excellent!"
Grinning, K gave Hiro a swift kiss on the cheek and brought the laptop closer. He wrote…
When all was said and done, or shot and killed, there was only one thing left in this world, each other. They had run so far, fought so hard, like mercenaries in a foreign land. Hiro and K had become closer than anyone could have ever imagined across many states.
They'd lost their wife and girlfriend, some friends, but, they would always have each other.
There wouldn't be any goodbyes, perhaps a 'See you later' but never a final and absolute goodbye. For now they had to move on, get past the torment of their experience. Having each other meant so much more than pleasure, it meant happiness, fulfillment...promises.
It was all the good things that made up life.
Of course sex was always a plus.
For now, they had to go their respective ways and clean up the mess, consol family that they had left before getting Bad Luck back together. Would there be another Bad Luck? Time could only tell, or perhaps when K decided to round them up.
There were many ways to round up Bad Luck. Guns work immensely, shouting and crazy cackling, its all about intimidation. Once, they even believed K when he told them he was taking them out for ice cream, only they ended up at an underwear commercial shoot. HA! You should have seen the looks on their faces! Lulz…
"Err…K you're getting off track," Hiro pointed out sarcastically, remembering the photo shoot in mention.
K waved him off, sipped some more of his wine and continued.
But before they depart, they must love each other one more time. Now that there wasn't any life threatening situations, they could take their time and express their friendship and love in the most intimate way.
The most excellent way…
Escaping as far as they could from prying eyes, unwanted voices, and in desperate need of solitude…even if just for a little while, they disappeared up north Japan. Only nature surrounded them, the snow that fell outside ticking against the windows. They watched the flames burning in a wood stove; felt the warmth and shared a glass of red wine on a cozy thick rug.
They were content.
K paused and looked over at Hiro, "Right?"
Nodding, Hiro replied softly, "Yeah, very content."
K wasn't much of a wine drinker and he wasn't sure if Hiro was either. But it seemed like the romantic thing to do at a time like this. Actually it was sweet, sort of girly compared to beer, but he enjoyed watching Hiro drink it. Hiro definitely seemed like a beer kind of guy, it made him smile to see Hiro's lips meet the rim of the glass, how his throat contracted as it took down the drink.
In the back of K's dirty mind, he imagined it was his cock going down that sweet throat.
Just then, Hiro looked over skeptically, he knew him so well by now. "I'm not giving you head, I know you're thinking about it. I can feel your eyes taking off my clothes," he muttered and snorted amusedly.
K looked hard done by.
"Why can't you be more romantic and leave the 'shlong' business somewhere else just for once?" Hiro asked.
K never thought of himself as un-romantic and that hurt a little. He was VERY romantic. But it was hard to prove that whilst running from zombies, cooped up with Bad Luck at every turn. It wasn't his fault that the first description that came to mind for a penis was 'shlong'. Well, that was until Hiro came along. Even for a young man he was very well spoken and articulate, K never really stopped to consider his age.
"Aww, that's sweet," Hiro murmured as he read what K wrote.
Grinning, K pressed on. "It gets better," he promised.
"I haven't used that term since Oklahoma, why do you still make fun of me?" K questioned. "You might know the –real- Mr. Romance but I assure you that I can kick his sorry lily ass anytime," the blonde spoke boldly.
"Oh yeah?" coaxed Hiro, laying there looking so yummy at him.
K stopped typing and glanced over at Hiro. "This is where you start telling me what should come next, you know, what you'd like me to do to you and then we'll add it to the story," K told him.
Hiro raised his eyebrows at that. "Will we only just write it, or will we try it out first?"
"A little of both," K replied smartly, batting his blonde eye lashes.
"Interesting, let's see," Hiro alleged, his mind thinking of what comes next. Ah-ha! "I think K should dip his finger in the wine again and rub it over Hiroshi's lips and then kiss him to taste it," Hiro offered, a silly blush appearing on his face.
"Mmm, nice, no biting now," K purred as he brought another red wine-tipped finger to Hiro's soft pout and brushed over them. Leisurely, he moved his face closer and captured Hiro's mouth with his own. K could taste the tartness of the wine within the kiss, he sighed as his body came alive.
After separating from the tantalizing kiss, Hiro stole the laptop. He was roaring to go now! He typed out the kiss that just took place into their story.
K tucked stray hairs behind Hiro's ear as he wrote, moving it out of his eyes. Then he scanned over the long white-sleeved and black urban style shirt Hiro wore. He felt a predilection at how punk'ish Hiro seemed tonight. K let his eyes linger lower over Hiro, who was sprawled on his belly, over his nice little butt, and down his legs which were clad in trendy dark cargo pants. He smirked at the pair of black and white striped socks on his feet. "What comes next?" K pursued in a murmur.
Hiro smiled slyly as he finished up what he was writing. "Hiro does the same to K, but this time you lie down and I get to pour a little wine over your throat and suck it off," Hiro insisted.
"Oh, I like this fanfiction stuff!" K exclaimed boisterously.
Eagerly he lay down, watching Hiro pick up his wineglass and shuffle closer. A sweet wet finger touched his lips. K parted them slightly before taking Hiro's finger into his mouth to thoroughly clean if off.
"That feels nice," Hiro sighed, his body trembling. Reluctantly, he removed his finger from K's hot mouth.
K caught his breath as cool liquid trickled over his throat. But he moaned delectably when Hiro's warm mouth met his skin, suckling, kissing and laving his tongue over his neck.
He-he. "You liked that one, huh?" Hiro whispered when he knelt back, watching K still laying there in his casual jeans and a wooly grey sweater. He looked so good all informal and relaxed, Hiro decided and padded a hand over K's thigh warmly.
"Mmmhmm," was all K could muster.
"Now, Hiro wants you to take off his clothes, then K takes off his," the redhead ordered. "But before he does, he should tell Hiro how much he really loves him."
Oh? K's eyes darted at Hiro just then. Studying Hiro's face, K wondered if that was truly something the real Hiro wanted to hear? "Are you writing this down?" K wondered and Hiro looked at him surprised.
"Opps, you're distracting me," Hiro said with a snigger and lay down again to tap at the keys. "Um, how we supposed to write this when we're—"
"—screwing like rabbits?" K cut in.
Chuckling, Hiro said, "Yeah, that."
"Dunno, we'll figure it out," the blonde explained and sat up. "So, shall I express my undying love and devotion, or can you improvise?"
Typing fingers came to a halt. Hiro didn't dare look over at K, but said quietly, "It might help if you said it…"
Hmm, was that so, K thought. It wasn't really hard when K reached deep inside of himself. He was after all, a man gifted in the art of gab.
"How about this, 'Hiroshi, after all we've been through, I can't…no…I'll never stop loving you. Not since the days our romance was just a top secret affair, but even after escaping death by the barest thread. I know we have to go our separate ways for now, but you'll forever be a part of me, just as I know I'll always be a part of you. One day we'll meet again, this I promise you'," K said in story mode to Hiro, arms spread out like he was serenading.
Hiro stopped typing, and this time he did crane his head back to study K intently. He blinked hardly able to believe K was capable of something so beautiful and sappy. Hiro smiled humbly, some kind of hope swelled in his chest. Did K mean any of those words or were they all fiction? "I take back everything I said about you not being romantic, I…I'll put that into our story right now," he offered and turned back to write.
The redhead couldn't tell, but K's heart banged so hard after saying that kind of stuff out loud. It was only for the story, but he knew there was a lot of truth behind those words. He didn't know how he intended to explain that to Hiro, or, if he ever could.
How could he…?
They weren't supposed to fall in love! There were other people out there already in love with them and vice versa! K sighed, so was the fine dilemma of being caught up in an affair. Forcing that from his mind, he remembered he had yet to unclothe Hiro. It was enough to distract him from his baffling thoughts. He'd start with the item of clothing that usually got taken off secondly. Since Hiro was lying on his belly typing, K crept up from behind and slid his hands up and over slender hips. With ease he slipped Hiro's pants down and his underwear, taking the clothing right off.
Hiro started giggling.
It made K giggle too. "Hey, I can't really take off your shirt in this position. But damn…I like the view," K murmured and filled his hands with Hiro's perfect ass. Then, he bent down to give it a kiss. "You really do have a great ass," K breathed over Hiro skin.
Hiro's face flamed, he got up and knelt, sitting back on his haunches to give K, the freedom of removing his shirt. In moments he was naked, still blushing and smirking at his devious lover. "Your turn," he said.
With haste, K removed his own clothing, pulling off his sweater and unbuttoning his pants. He had to stand to get his legs out. Off came the underwear, revealing a bouncing woody.
Yummy, Hiro leaned in opening his mouth…
"Hey! No tasting unless it's part of the story," K enforced, placing sprawled hands over his package protectively.
"I think it just did," Hiro quipped, removing K's hands, smooching over the head of K's cock like a sweet candied cherry.
Wide-eyed, K gazed down and watched. The heat from the woodstove more than made up for the chilly air outside. It was comfortable being naked, in the dim firelight, on a plush rug, indulging in sexual delights. K groaned pleasurably.
"We're still wearing our socks," Hiro mumbled over K's dick.
"Mmmhmm," murmured K dreamily, "Don't care…"
Hiro tasted K, slipping the length past his lips and down his eager throat. As he bobbed, he smoothed his hands over K's long legs and over his tush. He gave K's cock vast attention, but he pulled back before it spat in his face. From his knees he looked up at K, seeing how the man's bangs framed his face. "Why don't you take that ponytail out, you look great with it down," Hiro expressed.
Silently, K reached up and tugged out the band all while looking down at Hiro on his knees.
Hiro purred in this throat appreciatively. "I think the next part should be K raining lots of kisses all over me…err, Hiro," Hiroshi twittered at how silly he sounded, still talking about himself in third person. But, he really did want those kisses either way.
Hiro sounded so cute, K thought. Writing the last hot scene like this was truly captivating. Mmm, K would like nothing more than to sample each delectable patch of skin on Hiro's sweet body.
"I think we'll finish the rest of the story after I'm done ravishing you," K crooned and pushed the laptop to the side. Hiro looked delighted and reclined on the soft carpet, his skin glowing with a soft orange hue from the fire. K simply observed, letting his eyes drink in the stunning scene before him. The young naked Hiroshi Nakano—his red hair pooling around his shoulders over the stark white rug, tempting, waiting, and watching him back silently. "I can't tell you how flattered I feel when I see you here just giving yourself to me," K said taken back by Hiro's bounty.
"If I think about how we got to this point it freaks me out," Hiro stated amused and leisurely washing a hand over his flat stomach. "But there is something so exciting about you. Sometimes, I don't understand it. I can't help myself. I never would have thought how much I enjoy the way you make love to me…"
K smiled, "Rawr…and I'm going to do that right now," he finished in English.
Hiro moaned in anticipation, laying his head back. "I'm waiting."
K just went where he wanted, there didn't have to be any order. He chose Hiro's hip to kiss first, enjoying how teasingly close it was to his groin. Catching a glimpse of the wine glass, K was inspired to add it to his sexy assignment. Gently he poured red wine over Hiro's navel, the younger man twitched invitingly. Exalted and on his fours, K bent down to slurp up the wine from Hiro's bellybutton. Then, he laved his tongue around it.
"Ahh," sounded Hiro arching back a bit as if to encourage K to do more.
K did a lot more. He teased and kissed all over Hiro. And by the time he was ready for the next step; Hiro was sighing and writhing, his erection resting against over his belly, almost reaching his button. Next, K drew his tongue up along the well endowed cock. It was true what they say about smaller men and large penises, K chortled deviously as this thought passed through his mind.
"Oh…K…" Hiro moaned out, reaching out to touch his partner.
K sighed favorably as a hand thread through his hair while he fervently enjoyed Hiro's cock. Deep into the wells of his mouth it went, probing his throat and sliding over his tongue. K brought Hiro to rapture and when he felt he was all set, he found the lube.
Hiro looked up when K stopped, his chest rising and falling with excited breaths. "Oh yeah…" he murmured, "I want it."
Quickly slicking up, K now sat down on his bottom, legs out in front and urged Hiro to get on top. "All passengers on board," he teased naughtily.
Hiro rolled his eyes at K for that, but he didn't hesitate to move, positioning himself over K's long hard length…he settled his ass flush to K's thighs.
Both men groaned pleasurably.
"You feel sooo good…" K breathed out, wrapping his arms around Hiro.
Hiro clung onto K, enjoying the full feeling inside of him. "I love this position," he said barely above a whisper.
K swept a hand over Hiro's hair, "You're so sweet Hiroshi," he said and bucked his hips up, marveling at the pained ecstasy cross Hiro's features.
Burying his face into K's neck, Hiro started to ride. They rocked by the warmth of the fire, slowly and passionately feeling every stroke. Tiny grunts and glorified sighs filled the room as they joined bodies. K whispered sweet English nothings into Hiro's ear, his hands grasping over his rear.
It felt so heavenly.
"Lay back Hiroshi," K urged softly, "But don't get off."
Hiro was a little hesitant at first. This meant displaying himself full-frontal as K got to watch his cock entering him. K shuffled at bit for him, spreading his legs wider so he could lie on his back between them. Mmm, but this position drove his body crazy! Hiro knew in moments he'd become a whimpering, carpet-grabbing mess.
He laid back against the soft carpet, K's cock still deep inside of him. The blonde leaned back, propping himself up with his hands outstretched behind him. Hiro's feet were planted on either side of K's hips and his knees spread wide. Using his leg and abdominal muscles, plus his back and elbows as leverage, it looked as if he was humping upwards into K's face. Only it drove K's cock into him, scraping over his prostrate at a very sharp angle, and driving Hiro completely insane!
"Oooo…aahh…un un!" Hiro mewled inaudible things of extreme pleasure, whining as each stroke strummed him. It sounded almost as if he was ready to start crying. But he didn't stop it as he pumped his midsection, grunting with physical effort.
K couldn't help that he wore a look as if he'd just swallowed Tweety Bird. There was Hiro, giving him a full view of not only the penetration, but his perfect damp body riding in front of him. Hiro's abs were flexed his face euphoric. K's eyes focused on Hiro's cock and sac that rose and fell rhythmically before him.
"Fucking good Hiro…oh yeah!" K encouraged.
Tears of surreal pleasure leaked from the corners of Hiro's eyes, "Oh…I uhh…uhh…yes…uhh!" The heat was building fast. Feeling ardent, Hiro rode faster, his ass slamming against K's lap. He whimpered as if in sweet sexual torture.
K knew Hiro was close and good lord so was he! Using one arm to hold himself up, K reached over and grabbed Hiro's cock. He stroked it hard and fast, watching his own penis gliding in and out. His face strained with the onslaught of orgasm, he let go of Hiro's flesh.
His head fell back and K came. "Ahhh…yea…ahh!"
Craning his head to watch K come, Hiro bucked up hard and cried out his own climax, the hot wetness dribbling and spurting out of him. When it was over, feeling almost lifeless now, Hiro raised his hips and let K's cock slip out of him and slumped to the rug, panting and moaning from exquisite torment.
Smiling lovingly, K shuffled out and crawled over top of Hiro. Gathering him into his arms, he pressed sweet kisses over Hiro's damp face, "You were so beautiful just now, so beautiful…"
There were no words. Hiro just held K back with all his might, squeezing his eyes shut.
By morning their final scene was written and edited.
The fanfic was finished…
Today was time to go back to Tokyo and a strange silence found K and Hiro. They cast sketchy glances at each other full of unspoken words. Quietly they packed up and drove back into town and then to the airport.
Functional conversations made up the ride home, work and music, but not a single word was spoken about them. K quietly held Hiro's hand on the plane and he never let go until they had to depart the craft. By the time they got to Tokyo and K picked up his car and drove Hiro to his door, it was dinner time.
K stayed in the car, the engine still running. "Well, we're here. My office should be cleaned up by now, stop by after work tomorrow and we'll post our fic, ok?"
Hiro looked over at K as if he were looking at an ex-boyfriend. There was something that seemed so final about this. There were no kisses, no hugs. This was it, wasn't it? In so many ways it wasn't fair. He felt angry all the sudden, but he knew that that was insane. He wasn't K's boyfriend…no, he decided, he was more than that. But neither he nor K could say otherwise, Hiro knew this. For a moment he almost let himself feel regret for ever getting involved. But it faded as fast as it started, he could never feel that way.
The future between them was a mystery.
All Hiro could do was give K a smile and a nod, "I'll see you tomorrow then, take care K…American Psycho," he said endearingly with a tiny smirk.
K gave an amused scoff.
"This weekend…it was amazing," Hiro proclaimed softly and opened the car door, but K stopped him. Hiro looked down at K's hand on his arm, then, he looked at the man.
"This thing between us Hiro, it was never just about sex," K assured, his conscience unexpectedly kicking into overdrive. "It wasn't supposed to go this far."
"I know…" Hiro said delicately, smiling genuinely.
K smiled back, "I…I just wanted you to know that."
Getting out of the car and grabbing his stuff out of the backseat, Hiro leaned down to give K a wave through the window, "See you later," he called.
Sitting there, K waved back feeling a strange empty pang in his chest and an emotional lump in his throat. "S-see you later, Hiroshi…" He said even if Hiro couldn't hear him. K swallowed thickly as Hiro entered his building, and then he drove away.
The following day seemed dreamlike to Hiro. As if he'd been lost and wandering another planet for the last few weeks. But now he'd returned and things were just how he remembered; only, they felt different now. There was this uncertainty gripping around his heart, squeezing it painfully. A horde of unanswered questions filled Hiro's mind as he sat on his seat in the studio vacantly playing his guitar. It was weird, but in the middle of one set he unconsciously switched from Spicy Marmalade and started strumming out The Grace by the Neverending White Lights. It was a very melancholy tune that he played when he was feeling like shit, and his fingers just began playing it on their own.
Shuichi had looked over worriedly and Suguru threw something at him.
Hiro apologized and tried to focus on their music and not about why he felt so, so distracted. During his break, he talked to Ayaka on the phone, she was very happy he was back in town and didn't sound bothered at all that he'd went away. It was good to hear her voice but the call was short. Finding solitude, Hiro found himself out on the NG rooftop over looking the city, puffing on a cigarette. Although someone must have followed, he felt a hand touch his shoulder.
"K?" he murmured, his heart thumping wildly thinking it was so, but it was only Shuichi…
Hiro looked away guiltily when Shuichi's eyes widened stupendously then. He sighed…damn he just didn't do that, say K's name, did he?
"I came looking for you because I know something is bothering you Hiro…and, I think you just told me what it was," Shuichi said softly, jumping to one side to face Hiro.
Only Hiro looked the other way like he was pouting.
Hopping back, Hiro looked the other way again. They kept doing that until Shuichi cried, "Stop doing that!"
Hiro stared blankly ahead then.
"What's going on Hiro?" Shuichi pleaded.
"I wish I understood it myself," Hiro said with another heavy sigh.
"Is there something going on between you and K?" Shuichi treaded carefully. "I see you guys talking a lot, he was wearing your shirts, and you smell like K's cologne…stuff like that."
Dropping the cigarette, Hiro crushed it savagely to death under his biker styled boot. "Is it possible to love more than one person at the same time?" he asked staring into his best friend's beautiful violet eyes.
Shuichi blinked. "I…uhh…I guess so. I mean I love you, you're my best friend and I love Yuki."
Hiro smiled, "Yeah, but not that kind of love, idiot."
Shuichi just watched Hiro, unsure what to say.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Hiro explained everything to Shuichi from the beginning. About the fanfics, the story K and him wrote and even the weekend in Hokkaido.
Eyes as big as saucers, Shuichi clamored, "You set off the grenade in K's office?!"
Hiro nodded dumbly, thrusting his hands into his black jean pockets.
"Wow Hiro, I don't know what to say. You guys have been doing this all this time? Doesn't K have a wife and you, you have Ayaka?"
"Yeah…that's what fucks this all up! I hate myself for not feeling as guilty as I should Shuichi! I hate what K's smile does to me. I hate how great it feels when he touches me! I hate how he twirls his hair when annoyed or in deep thought! It shouldn't be that cute! I couldn't stop…can't stop!" Hiro screamed with frustration and took a breath. "I have so much fun with K, he's a really great guy, romantic," he ended softly.
Finding the last bit of Hiro's statement utterly bewildering, Shuichi wasn't exactly sure what the right course of action was here. But he did say this, "Hiro, remember you told me that 'you can't help who you fall in love with'? I don't know, sometimes…you just need a person, even if you can't always explain why. Believe me, I know ALL about that," he boasted confidently. "But, whatever you decide to do I'm always on your side," he told his best friend. "It's not like you're getting married."
Completely stunned, Hiro grabbed Shuichi and hugged him hard. "Sometimes there is more inside that head of yours than just fluff," he said good-naturedly over Shuichi's shoulder. But, Hiro stepped back, "C'mon, let's return to the studio."
They started walking towards the rooftop door.
"So!" Shuichi cried, "…you went on vacation with K-san I can't believe it! K, of all people! To the snowy mountains in a cute little cottage, to write sinful fanfiction about yourselves, and nooky by the fire…" he sighed dreamily. "Ooooo!" Shuichi squealed rubbing his arms as if he were shivering, "Serve me up the details!"
Hiro balked and turned bright red. "Not a chance!" he hollered with embarrassment.
"Aww Hiro, you're no fun…"
The rest of the day went by much easier. Hiro didn't berate himself so hard after talking to Shuichi. Heh, sometimes that guy really came in for him. Suddenly, it didn't feel like the end of the world.
He knocked on K's office door.
"Come in!"
Hiro let himself in, his eyes meeting K's as his manager talked on the phone. He was back to normal in his tan slacks, crisp white shirt and tie. K held up his hand to give him the, I'll-be-one-minute finger. Instead Hiro looked around the repaired office. It was completely cleaned up and changed dramatically. There was a new desk; this one was open and kidney-shaped a swanky orange fiberglass. There were no drawers for K to hide his gadgets in. In front of the desk were two comfy looking black leather seats. The walls were a soft cream colour and there was a bright purple couch near the window.
It was like looking at a picture out of one of those decorating magazines you read when you're on the toilet, Hiro thought.
K hung up the phone, "Like how Tohma modernized my office?" he asked with uncertainty.
"It's…um, funky," Hiro said.
"Yeah, the boss says my old office was a dinosaur and didn't really represent the music industry. I have a feeling he was just waiting for me to blow up the place so he could get his paws on it," K mentioned and chuckled dryly.
Hiro laughed but it died off and he looked at his boots. He wasn't sure what came next.
"Come here. Let's post our story, eh?" K offered, patting the extra seat next to him.
It was just like how all this stuff started in the first place.
Hiro walked over to take a seat. K looked at him and smiled for a moment, blinking as if he wanted to say something. But he didn't and turned back to the computer. He posted up the story and wrote their author's note.
A/N: This story was written and collaborated by two people. I'm Claude and the other is Hiroshi, try to figure that one out chumps! HA! Anyways…this is our first Kiro fic and if you have something bad to say I will hunt you down! Wait, is that a laugh I hear? Don't laugh. Trust me, I know where you live.
Hiro cleared his throat. "Do you think it's smart to threaten the lives of our readers?" he pointed out, "Maybe you should say something about the content of the story etcetera."
"M'alright," K murmured.
This story is about zombies! Flesh eating zombies, nasty suckers that we got to blow up, shoot at and crush with a tank, great stuff! They almost over take the world and Hiro and I stop them! Oh! And we know how you fangirls adore man love...blush…so do we! So, we added A LOT of it! Lol! Tell us what you think and you might get Bad Luck concert tickets!
K wrote his disclaimer with a snort and hit the post button. "It's all done," he said and sat back in his chair.
Hiro was shaking his head and snickering at the crazy author's note. "Are you really going to send reviewers concert tickets? You do know you wrote 'Hiro and I' they're gonna think we're some fans on serious medication," he mused.
"Meh, so what?" K replied, "You know I can't really send them tickets, unless they leave us a really good comment."
"I doubt they'd give you their home address anyways," Hiro muttered.
"Exactly"
Chuckling, Hiro got up.
"Wait, Hiro. Please sit back down…there's something I got to say. I've been thinking all day," K pleaded and Hiro sat back down.
They gazed at each other.
"I can't just shut you out Hiro, I tried last night and I kicked myself all the way home. I don't know maybe you can do it, and by all means I'll understand if you do. I don't regret what happened between us. But it could never be more than that. You know what I mean?" K said.
Hiro knew exactly what he meant. "I…I could never shut you out either, K. And, I know…we're taken men. But, it doesn't change how I feel about you."
"Nor I Hiro…it never will," K murmured softly.
"I've been asking myself all day if it's possible to care for two people," Hiro started and added, "And, I can never really find the answer."
"Because there is no answer, Hiro, it just is. You and I will have to live with that, does that upset you?"
"No …" came Hiro's breathless reply. He understood.
They both stood up then, the proximity of their bodies noticeably close. K and Hiro both looked unsure, both wanting to touch the other. The air was buzzing with intensity. Until, it snapped!
"K!"
"Hiro!"
Both men cried at the same time and embraced each other fiercely.
"I love you!" they both clamored again at once.
They laughed softly over that.
K held his young lover who pressed his cheek against his chest and closed his eyes. They stayed that way for some time. When they let go, Hiro ran his finger along K's tie and tugged on it, bringing him down for a kiss. Lips met ever so delicately and with so much need.
When Hiro parted and took a step back, he said, "We have to be cool about this."
"Then, let go of my tie," K advised with a smirk.
Blushing, Hiro let go of K's tie. "I should get out of here, you know…I promised to hang with Shuichi tonight," he explained, "He's waiting for me."
"That's good, but don't be late tomorrow or I'll have to come by your apartment and wake you up. Shuichi doesn't like it, but I'm sure I can cut you a little slack," K said pleasantly, smoothing is disrupted tie.
"I see, I might just have to be late one of these days then," Hiro said playfully as he headed for the door.
HA! K took a seat at the front edge of his desk and crossed his arms. "Hey, maybe one day we'll write another story," K offered.
Breaking into a huge grin, Hiro turned around. "You can count on it!"
Reviews for K and Hiro Do America
Chocolate Pudding
OO This is the craziest fanfic I EVER read! It borders on multiple personality and brilliance! Your penname is SO cute.
KsBunnyGirl
So hawt…drool It was all so well described and at times, really gross! Eww all those zombies and the way you described the killing was…ugh. Is there any chance one of you is excessively violent? I had to sleep with the lights on after that part! But the smex was amazing. fans self
Do I get those concert tickets? Lulz XD
Delirium
w00t! I love Kiro! IMHO they are they are the hottest couple. You guys really wrote as if you know them o-o It was a pleasure to read how K runs screaming about spiders. LOL! I feel like I actually know them now, thnx!
Moldy Orange
OMG write more!! Plz gives cookies
Hirokins
Look at my name…I registered just so I can give you a review! HA! I just loved Hirokins lol! First, I'll say this was an odd story but so entertaining. You have a few grammar errors but HEY if you you're looking for a beta, email me!
KiroObsessed
ZOMFG! XLDLKSDJOLIUER AHAAHHHA11!!11
BEST FANFIC EVER!
NovaNoGo
I'm still recuperating after that last sex scene! Will you marry me?! And I do mean both of you wink wink
FIN
A/N: According to some Gravi site, Hiro is noted to have been born in Hokkaido. OH and if you get a chance to listen to The Grace on Youtube do it! That song...so wonderful. Also I really do like Michael Jackson, that quip was just a joke. Thanks for reading!