It took a while, but something finally came to me. Thanks for delurking, and thanks for the prompt! <3
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Nino wakes Jun with uncharacteristically sweet kisses. Jun takes one look at the clock and rolls over.
“Go away,” he grumbles. “We’re closed.”
“Come on,” Nino whines, wiggling against Jun’s back. “I need assistance, here.”
“Last time I checked, you have two perfectly good hands.”
“It’s not the same if I do it myself!”
Nino slides said hands down Jun’s torso, teasing the waistband of his boxers.
“Fine!” Jun groans, sitting up.
Nino holds out the deck of cards and Jun selects one, squinting at it in the dim light of Nino’s laptop.
“Now, put it back wherever you want,” Nino instructs.
Jun returns the card, resisting the urge to toss it across the room. He watches, half-asleep, as Nino spreads out the cards, vamping and narrating and guiding Jun through a few shuffles before he reproduces the king of clubs.
“Amazing,” Jun sighs. “How does he do it?”
“I’ve been working on this all night,” Nino says, a little crestfallen.
“And I’ve been sleeping,” Jun replies. “Alone.”
Nino looks down at the cards, over at his computer, then back to Jun. He quickly moves his things off the bed, relocating himself in Jun’s lap.
“Is there something I could give you a hand with?” Nino asks, already tugging at Jun’s shirt.
Jun rolls his eyes, but Nino can feel him smile against his lips.
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Date: 2008-10-20 03:21 am (UTC)Thanks for delurking, and thanks for the prompt! <3
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Nino wakes Jun with uncharacteristically sweet kisses. Jun takes one look at the clock and rolls over.
“Go away,” he grumbles. “We’re closed.”
“Come on,” Nino whines, wiggling against Jun’s back. “I need assistance, here.”
“Last time I checked, you have two perfectly good hands.”
“It’s not the same if I do it myself!”
Nino slides said hands down Jun’s torso, teasing the waistband of his boxers.
“Fine!” Jun groans, sitting up.
Nino holds out the deck of cards and Jun selects one, squinting at it in the dim light of Nino’s laptop.
“Now, put it back wherever you want,” Nino instructs.
Jun returns the card, resisting the urge to toss it across the room. He watches, half-asleep, as Nino spreads out the cards, vamping and narrating and guiding Jun through a few shuffles before he reproduces the king of clubs.
“Amazing,” Jun sighs. “How does he do it?”
“I’ve been working on this all night,” Nino says, a little crestfallen.
“And I’ve been sleeping,” Jun replies. “Alone.”
Nino looks down at the cards, over at his computer, then back to Jun. He quickly moves his things off the bed, relocating himself in Jun’s lap.
“Is there something I could give you a hand with?” Nino asks, already tugging at Jun’s shirt.
Jun rolls his eyes, but Nino can feel him smile against his lips.