Oh man, I have SO MUCH swingersverse written. I don't know what to choose.
Kudo shrugged a little, looked away. "The case has been cold for the last twelve years. Another afternoon won't hurt..."
Heiji stared at him. Sounded like Kudo was telling him they could go and do something fun together to socialize instead, and the nasty boring work could wait, but that couldn't be right -- working on cases was what Kudo did for fun.
"Ya really came to introduce th' new in-law, didn't cha."
Kudo coughed in his hand, eyes skipping away.
"So." Heiji put his elbows on the coffee table, loosened his shoulders and spine, quieted his voice. "Is it over? You and me?"
Resolved as he was to let that facet of their relationship slip away to preserve the friendship if necessary, he couldn't help but feel relieved when Kudo -- when Shinichi startled and stared at him. "No! Why would you think that?"
"Well... I'm more of your best friend with sex sprinkled on top. But he's -- he's more like your and neechan's common boyfriend, ain't he. So..."
Shinichi scowled at him, the mulish, vaguely sulky one that meant 'oh god you're being stupid again, whyyy'. "Both of you fall into the boyfriend category for me," he informed him, a little bit of a growl in his voice. "Different flavors of such, but yes, you're my goddamn boyfriend too. Got a problem with that?"
Heiji could feel his cheeks heating up by the second. He hung his head, embarrassed. He couldn't stop smiling.
"...You're an idiot sometimes, you know."
"Aw, Kudo, shaddap and come here so I can kiss you."
He was the one who went to Shinichi, though, shuffling on hands and knees around the low table. Shinichi watched him approach, an elbow on the table and his button-up shirt cracked open at the collar. Heiji knelt between his stretched-out legs and leaned in, eyes caught in that shadowed corner at his collarbone. "So he won't mind if I...?"
"Oh no," said Kuroba's low, quietly amused voice behind him. "I won't mind at all."
Heiji stopped moving, lips a few inches away from Shinichi's throat.
That tone of voice -- it was pure Kid, all mystery and cultured sensuality, a hint of catlike playfulness. But the timbre... even their voices sounded similar, and Heiji had long since developed a Pavlovian response to some of Shinichi's inflexions. This one held strange echoes of 'Let me explain exactly why you played right into my hands, Mr. Culprit,' just perhaps not as dark, or dark in a different way.
He couldn't turn around.
"My apologies for the disturbance," Kid was saying, tone light and airy once again, but it sounded far away to Heiji's ears. "Tantei-kun, Tantei-han..."
Shinichi was staring up past Heiji's head, eyes dark and intense, an eyebrow arched like a silent question. Heiji's fingers curled into fists on the mats.
"... Tantei-han?"
This time the voice was coming from his side and a little behind, close enough to touch. He saw a hand lift from behind him, unhurried, elegant.
Shinichi mimicked it, his own hand coming up like a mirror image, until their fingertips met.
Kuroba gave a low, knowing chuckle from behind him. Shinichi said "Ah, that's what it was," unsurprised.
Heiji groaned and dropped his forehead on Shinichi's shoulder. "Just shaddap, both of ya. Not my fault you're -- it's like buy one, get one free."
They both chuckled at that. They had different laughs.
"Package deal, huh?" Kuroba said, voice oddly thoughtful, oddly gentle. Shinichi's fingers slipped in between his to squeeze his hand. "... Very well." He squeezed back.
They let go of each other at the same time, with the same motion. It was strangely fascinating.
"You've practiced," Heiji accused, unable to look away.
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Oh man, I have SO MUCH swingersverse written. I don't know what to choose.
Kudo shrugged a little, looked away. "The case has been cold for the last twelve years. Another afternoon won't hurt..."
Heiji stared at him. Sounded like Kudo was telling him they could go and do something fun together to socialize instead, and the nasty boring work could wait, but that couldn't be right -- working on cases was what Kudo did for fun.
"Ya really came to introduce th' new in-law, didn't cha."
Kudo coughed in his hand, eyes skipping away.
"So." Heiji put his elbows on the coffee table, loosened his shoulders and spine, quieted his voice. "Is it over? You and me?"
Resolved as he was to let that facet of their relationship slip away to preserve the friendship if necessary, he couldn't help but feel relieved when Kudo -- when Shinichi startled and stared at him. "No! Why would you think that?"
"Well... I'm more of your best friend with sex sprinkled on top. But he's -- he's more like your and neechan's common boyfriend, ain't he. So..."
Shinichi scowled at him, the mulish, vaguely sulky one that meant 'oh god you're being stupid again, whyyy'. "Both of you fall into the boyfriend category for me," he informed him, a little bit of a growl in his voice. "Different flavors of such, but yes, you're my goddamn boyfriend too. Got a problem with that?"
Heiji could feel his cheeks heating up by the second. He hung his head, embarrassed. He couldn't stop smiling.
"...You're an idiot sometimes, you know."
"Aw, Kudo, shaddap and come here so I can kiss you."
He was the one who went to Shinichi, though, shuffling on hands and knees around the low table. Shinichi watched him approach, an elbow on the table and his button-up shirt cracked open at the collar. Heiji knelt between his stretched-out legs and leaned in, eyes caught in that shadowed corner at his collarbone. "So he won't mind if I...?"
"Oh no," said Kuroba's low, quietly amused voice behind him. "I won't mind at all."
Heiji stopped moving, lips a few inches away from Shinichi's throat.
That tone of voice -- it was pure Kid, all mystery and cultured sensuality, a hint of catlike playfulness. But the timbre... even their voices sounded similar, and Heiji had long since developed a Pavlovian response to some of Shinichi's inflexions. This one held strange echoes of 'Let me explain exactly why you played right into my hands, Mr. Culprit,' just perhaps not as dark, or dark in a different way.
He couldn't turn around.
"My apologies for the disturbance," Kid was saying, tone light and airy once again, but it sounded far away to Heiji's ears. "Tantei-kun, Tantei-han..."
Shinichi was staring up past Heiji's head, eyes dark and intense, an eyebrow arched like a silent question. Heiji's fingers curled into fists on the mats.
"... Tantei-han?"
This time the voice was coming from his side and a little behind, close enough to touch. He saw a hand lift from behind him, unhurried, elegant.
Shinichi mimicked it, his own hand coming up like a mirror image, until their fingertips met.
Kuroba gave a low, knowing chuckle from behind him. Shinichi said "Ah, that's what it was," unsurprised.
Heiji groaned and dropped his forehead on Shinichi's shoulder. "Just shaddap, both of ya. Not my fault you're -- it's like buy one, get one free."
They both chuckled at that. They had different laughs.
"Package deal, huh?" Kuroba said, voice oddly thoughtful, oddly gentle. Shinichi's fingers slipped in between his to squeeze his hand. "... Very well." He squeezed back.
They let go of each other at the same time, with the same motion. It was strangely fascinating.
"You've practiced," Heiji accused, unable to look away.